I look up at Sloane and, without blinking, I go up to my feet. I act fast, moving like a wild cat, and place both my hands on his shoulders; I push him down, forcing him to lay down on the floor, and then jump on top of him, spreading my legs and straddling him.
“Let’s have some fun,” I tell him, grabbing his cock and pointing it straight at my pussy. I brush its tip against my folds and, still looking Sloane in the eyes, I lift my hips up and, in a flowing motion, ease myself down again. His cock pushes its way past my pussy lips in a flash, burying itself inside of me so fast that a scream erupts in my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, his cock making my insides burn. My muscles are boiling, and my brain is turning to ashes. And it’s absolutely perfect. Rocking my hips back and forth, I ride Sloane at a steady pace; I lean into him, my tits bouncing over his face, and he just cranes his neck and starts sucking on my right nipple, his tongue running in fast circles around it.
“Come here,” I ask the men in the white mask, and he obeys without a word, standing in front of me, pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. Sitting up on Sloane’s cock, I reach for the cock in front of me with one hand and angle it toward my mouth; I dive into it fast, opening my mouth and taking all of it in.
I keep on riding Sloane and sucking on the masked men as hard as I can, beads of sweat already dripping down my forehead, but there’s still something missing. I pull my mouth back, the masked man’s cock popping out of me and springing up, and then I turn to the man in the black mask.
He’s standing to the side and, even though I can only see his eyes, I can tell by the tension in his body that he’s dying to join the party. “You too, come here,” I pant, struggling to get the words out as Sloane thrusts his cock into me so hard it’s a wonder I’m not screaming.
I nod at the man in the black mask, telling him to go behind me, and that’s what he does. He kneels between Sloane’s legs, the tip of his cock brushing against my ass cheeks, and a violent shiver goes up my spine. We’re about to get real… Very, very, real.
I watch as the men get condoms ready - to be worn right before they penetrate me. I hadn’t even thought of it - so consumed am I by lust - but I’m glad the club has these rules.
“On your knees,” I tell the man in front of me and, once more, he obeys without a word. I bend over now, my hands on Sloane’s chest, and reach for the cock in front of me again. I take it in my mouth and start sucking on it again, my body bent over so that the man behind me has a nice view of my ass.
My skin prickles as I feel a cock with a condom on brushing up and down my ass crack, and my insides clench as I prepare for the inevitable. I’m about to get all of my holes filled by huge cocks, and doesn’t that sound amazing? Oh, yeah, it does.
My insides start burning up as the man in the black mask stops brushing his cock up and down and simply trains the tip of his huge member on my asshole. Moving steadily, he starts feeding his long inches into me, stretching my ass as much as Sloane is stretching my pussy.
Once his cock is sheathed to the hilt in my ass, he grabs my ass cheeks and starts to thrust. I pull out the cock inside my mouth and let out a violent scream, my high-pitched voice drowning out the music. Sloane and the masked men are pistoning into me furiously, their cocks working at exactly the same pace. It’s weird, but it almost seems like I’m with Drake and Sloane again. And that makes me happy, and more than happy, it makes me horny.
“Faster,” I command, digging my fingernails into Sloane’s chest, and the two men start fucking me as if we only had minutes to live. Preparing myself for a violent orgasm, I force my muscles to respond and crane my neck, once again taking the cock in front of me between my lips.
Now, with my three holes completely filled, all I have to do is stand still as they ravage my mouth, pussy, and ass. And they do it perfectly, their cocks working like pistons, sliding in and out of me so fast that I can’t even think straight. And, to be honest, right now I don’t want to think straight. Hell, I don’t even want to think at all; I just want to feel.