“Come on then, brother. Come play with our girl,” I invite Frost. “But I’m first to fuck her, understand?”
Frost stalks forward, staring down at her glistening pussy, spread and ready for him. He reaches out, running a finger through her arousal. He brings his finger to his lips, groaning at her taste.
“Fuck. Frost, Razor—someone fucking make me come already,” Fiasca demands.
“Now, now, you’re not calling the shots here,” I inform her. To Frost, I say, “Lick her until she comes.”
He pushes her backwards on the bed, giving himself room to get between her thighs. He dives in without a word and feasts on her like a starving man.
“Oh God, Frost! Fuck, how long is your tongue?” Fiasca pants.
Frost spears it inside her, and she shakes violently. He adds a finger, his hand moving fast. She yells, so he adds a second finger, curling them inwards. He works her G-spot hard while he sucks her clit.
“Squirt for him, Fiasca,” I say on a moan, fisting my throbbing cock.
I can barely contain myself. I fucking need inside her. Now.
Fiasca’s back arches up off the mattress, and her mouth opens.
“Frost, oh my?—!”
She comes so hard, I can feel the vibrations from her upper body. I squeeze her nipple and her hips buck. Her screams pierce the air; then Frost abruptly yanks his fingers out. She squirts across the room, spurt after spurt.
Damn. Fucking hell.
“Move,” I tell Frost, knocking him out of the way, impatiently getting up to stand in front of her.
I pull her to the edge of the bed, throwing her legs up onto my arms. She is spread even wider. I grab my cock, pumping it a couple of times.
Fiasca gasps again as I line it up with her pussy. “So big...oh my God.”
I just grin, shoving inside her in one stroke.
“Fuck,” I yell, finally feeling her wrapped around me.
She’s so tight, like a sheath for my cock. “So tight, baby.”
“Your piercing—holy fuck…” Fiasca’s voice is hoarse from yelling so much.
Frost moves in to kiss her passionately, kneading her breasts. I pull back, almost all the way out, then shove in so deep, she convulses.
“What is that spot...” Fiasca murmurs between breaths.
She’s panting so hard, I can see her heart hammering through her chest.
I work that spot repeatedly, playing with her clit at the same time. Within just a few strokes, I feel my balls drawing up, my seed threatening to spill. I pinch her clit.
“Come with me, Fiasca.”
She tumbles over the ledge and grips me so tightly, I'm held still. She milks me dry, and my cock is on one, never-ending loop of orgasms. I collapse as I finally stop coming, bones turning to jelly.
I pull out, and Frost is already there, waiting.
He flips her over and puts her on her hands and knees. He grabs her hips, entering her from behind in one, slow stroke.
I bite my fist. This is so fucking hot.
He starts to fuck her with my come still inside of her. He rotates his hips, moving like a freaking snake or something.
