Andrei’s grip tightened on his shaft, his knuckles whitening. “More than you know,” he growled, not taking his eyes off me. He continued to stroke himself in a slow, steady rhythm that made my pussy clench.
Mikhail calmly withdrew his fingers from my body. He brought them to his lips, tasting me with a thoughtful expression. “She tastes sweet after she comes,” he observed to no one in particular.
The casual intimacy of the gesture, combined with Andrei’s blatant display, sent my pulse skittering again.
“Let me taste her,” Viktorgrowled, shifting himself between my thighs and leaning down to flick his tongue over my clit.
I cried out, my body jolting at the sudden, direct contact. I was still so sensitive, the pleasure was almost too much. He did it again, ateasinglash of his tongue that made my toes curl.
Mikhail moved up the sofa, his large body crowding me from the side. He bent his head to my breast, taking one into his mouth. His tongue was hot and wet as he laved at the peak before hesuckled, pulling the nipple deep into the heat of his mouth. A strangled moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“So responsive,” Mikhail murmured against my skin, switching to the other breast and giving it the same thorough attention.
Between Viktor’s tongue working my clit and Mikhail’s mouth on my breasts, my body was a live wire of sensation. I was arching, writhing, my hands clutching at the sofa cushions, at their shoulders, at anything I could reach.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Tell me, princess.” Andrei’s voice cut through the haze again. “Is Viktor’s tongue in your pussy as good as my cock in your ass? Can he make you come as hard as I did when I was buried balls-deep inside your naughty little hole?”
My eyes fluttered open, seeking him out automatically. The sight of him, hard and flushed in his own fist, sent a fresh gush of wetness to my core.
“Answer him,kotenok,” Viktor ordered, the vibrations of his voice against my clit making me tremble. “Tell him how good my tongue feels on your sweet little pussy.”
My breath hitched, my mind a fog of pleasure at their words. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, only a breathy, broken sound that might have been his name.
“Words,malyshka,” Mikhail commanded, his breath ghosting over my nipple. “Use your words.”
I swallowed hard, trying to force air into my lungs. “Good,” I finally managed to gasp out. “So good.”
Viktor rewarded me by thrusting two fingers into my pussy, swirling them and rubbing them against that sensitive spot on my front wall as he continued to assault my clit with his tongue. The dual sensations were electric. My hips bucked wildly, grinding against his face.
“Oh, she likes that,” Mikhail noted with an approving hum.
“She’s going to like it even more when I’m fucking her ass while you’re in her pussy,” Viktor said, pulling back just enough to speak, his fingers still pumping into me. “Think you can handle that, princess? Think you can take two Dragunov cocks at once? One in each of your tight little holes, stretching you so wide you’ll feel us for days?”
“I think she can,” Mikhail said, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. He moved, positioning himself between my spread legs, nudging Viktor’s shoulder. “Move.”
Viktor grinned, pulling his fingers from my body with a soft, wet sound. He brought them to my lips, smearing my own slickness over them. “Taste yourself,kotenok. Do you like it? Taste how ready you are for us.”
I parted my lips, my tongue darting out to meet his fingers. I tasted salt and musk and my own arousal. Viktor’s eyes darkened as he watched me suck his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he praised.
Mikhail unfastened his trousers, pushing them down just enough to free his heavy, thick cock. He stroked it once, and again, the head dark and already dripping with pre-cum.
“Look at him, princess.” Andrei’s voice, rough with lust, cut through the silence. “He’s going to fuck you so hard. He’s going to fill that pretty pussy until you’re begging for more.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Mikhail’s face. His jaw was tight, his gaze burning into mine, a mix of raw desire and that inscrutable, calculating calm.
In one smooth, powerful move, Mikhail hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up. A gasp escaped my lips as my feet left the floor. He held me up effortlessly, my body weight nothing to him, my legs dangling for a second before I instinctively wrapped them around his lean waist.
Mikhail positioned me over his cock, the head pressing against my entrance, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. He held me there, suspended for a second, his muscles flexing under my hands as I clutched his shoulders.
Then he lowered me down inch by torturous inch. His thick cock stretched me open wide enough to leave me panting for air.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.
Viktor moved behind me and slapped my ass, leaving a hot sting.
