My nails scratch on the floor from excitement as I thrust and thrust, fucking the giant while bumping our asses against each other. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything this erotic this freely, and my God, I could get used to this.
“Fuck, it’s too much.”
Xavier moans so loudly I just know he came all over himself, and the thought of him coming from the way I’m fucking that giant dildo into him pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I moan as my cum shoots out in ropes.
We keep going, back and forth, the sensations too good, too heavy to stop, while Sunny plays with herself. She bites her lip like she’s into our mutual play, and I just can’t get enough.
More and more pleasure builds until another orgasm is forced out of me by Xavier’s thrusts, pushing the dildo farther into me, and I yield to the impending pressure.
I don’t know where my orgasm ends, and his begins.
We’re shooting out ropes and ropes left and right, staining my floor, and I don’t even care that I’m going to have to deep clean it for days, because fuck, I would probably use my tongue to do it. That’s how horny this has made me.
If I could do this every day, maybe I’d be content with living a second longer.
If death felt like this, I would do it for infinity.
“Stop,” she says, and we both pause, our breaths wildly out of control.
“Roll onto your backs,” she directs.
We do as she tells us to, like puppets under her command.
But the twisting and turning nearly makes me come all over myself before I finally lie down on the floor.
She scoots the chair back and gets up. “Make sure you’re still fucking each other.”
She approaches us and steps over our bodies, admiring us from above.
“Such good little fuck sluts,” she murmurs, and it only spurs me to work harder to get the giant farther inside me.
Is this the moment she’s finally going to end me?
Suddenly, she flops down on top of me, and I groan from the way she sits down on my hard dick like it’s her royal seat.
“Still hard, big boy,” she says, sliding her fingers up my chest. “You two are much more alike than you’re willing to admit.”
“He won’t kill for you,” Xavier rasps.
“I would die for you,” I say, one-upping him.
“Are you sure you’re willing to offer me your soul?” she responds, pulling out that knife again, and I shiver from the sight.
Delicious.
“Cut me,” I beg.
“Say please.”
She perches herself on top of me, wriggling around until my hard-on touches her entrance.
“Please …” I whimper as she slowly sinks down on top of me.
“Good boy, keep that cock hard for me so I can ride it,” she says, as she lowers herself to the base. “Fuck, so good.”
Xavier grumbles behind us.
