Like she was instructed, she fucks me, pulling her hips in and out in slow, methodical movements that has my balls drawing tight.
My knee jerks, so she moves faster.
Mac’s hands come around to tug on her tits, and he pulls her ni
pples out as far as he can.
She clenches around me, sucking me in deeper, so I push up, yanking her body flush into mine, smashing her body and his hands into my chest and pump into her.
My hands come around to spread her ass cheeks, and Mac’s fingers follow, slipping between my grip to swirl around her hole.
“You take her ass yet, Mac?” I groan, flexing inside her as she moans, her head dropping to my shoulder.
“She’s ready.”
“Mmm... who goes first — fuck!” I stiffen my hips upward when she lifts and starts bouncing on me.
“I want her pussy. I can’t wait much longer.” He growls, his hand coming around to rub on her clit as my dick slips in and out of her.
I shift, dropping her on her back and forcing him to move, driving as deep as I can and Mac pulls one of her legs back, holding her open wider for me.
“Come on, baby,” he croons, biting at the skin of her stomach.
She moans, starts shaking beneath me right as I’m ready to come.
I quickly pull out but keep pumping my dick in my hand, and he yanks her away, rolls her onto him and fills her in one thrust.
“Fuck,” he rasps.
Chloe moans while I growl, holding on a second longer while I climb over his legs, spread her cheeks and come against her asshole.
She shivers, her eyes cutting over her shoulder to look into mine.
I keep jerking but smash my lips into hers and her arm comes up to wrap around my neck.
I release her mouth and my dick and reach around to massage her stomach, slowly gliding my hands down to her hips and back.
I lean forward until she’s flat against his chest, forcing her to follow the movement of my hips with her own.
Mac’s hand slips between them, and soon she’s shaking between us.
“Oh god,” she croaks before her muscles grow slack and she stops moving.
I drop onto my back beside them as Mac finishes inside her.
After a few minutes, Chloe lifts her head, looks from him to me and laughs.
She rolls off, all three of us now staring up at the ugly ass ceiling.
“I need to eat,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s too bad, Chlo,” I tell her, slowly turning my head to meet her eyes. “Mac was fed.”
Mac looks at me, a grin on his lips. He knows where I’m going.
“It’s only fair you feed me next.”
Her eyes widen, her head snapping toward Mac when he pushes to his knees, spreading her legs apart. “Wait, now?! Oh my god, no. I need to shower after all that.”