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And then he pushes his cock forward. While it was oversized in my cunt, it completely chokes me as he fills my mouth.

I can’t breathe. I can’t exist. I can’t…

“Fuck, Cinnamon!” Kale’s voice breaks through my inner turmoil.

An immediate salve that offers only reprieve even as he pounds a harsh beat into me from behind.

And as he does so, he never drops the vibrator.

Orzo pulls his cock out of my mouth, watches my face, the heaving of my chest as I pant.

And then he slams all the way back in. Covering my lips with my own spit. Making a mess of my face.

And he repeats that action. Over and over again.

It leaves me light-headed.

And as my lungs constrict and scream, he withdraws again.

Kale shifts the vibrator. The new sensation evolves this encounter.

I tighten.

“Fuck!” Kale expels, losing his rhythm.

“Now.” Orzo’s hands bury in my unruly hair. “It’s time to make her come, Kale. Remember, Little Chef, three taps.”

And then they move together.

Thrust.

Pound.

Withdraw.

“Look at you take us!” Orzo growls.

Thrust.

Pound.

Withdraw.

“So beautiful,” Kale pants.

Thrust.

Pound.

“Now!” Orzo thunders into the air, tightening his hold in my hair.

Hot cum shoots into the back of my throat.

Withdraw.

It lands on my nose and eyelashes.

Kale slams one final time into me.