With a moan and a growl, I grab their belts and unbuckle them as fast as I can, my fingers working clumsily but getting it done. I don’t even bother with unzipping their flies; I just grab their pants, one at a time, and push them from side to side, forcing the zipper to go down on its down.
Not satisfied yet, I tug on their pants and send them down their legs. Realizing that I need them both naked right now, they kick off their shoes and pants, and then turn to each other; they grab each other’s shirts and start unbuttoning them, their eyes locked as lustful smiles creep up on their faces.
This is about to get hot—scorching hot.
Once their shirts slide down their arms and they’re only standing in their boxer briefs, I do the rest. I hook my fingers on the last piece of fabric on their gorgeous bodies and push it down, their cocks springing free violently and slapping each other with a dry noise that makes my heart skip a beat.
I’m about to reach for them and start stroking when Drake goes down to his knees, right by my side. We exchange a glance and I realize what he wants—oh, yeah, this is definitely going to get hot.
Grinning wildly, I grab Sloane’s cock and point it straight at Drake. Wasting no time, he leans into Sloane and, as his eyelids droop, he opens his mouth as wide as he can. He reaches for the tip of Sloane’s cock with his tongue and, after tracing its contour, he simply lets himself fall forward and allows that huge cock to sheath inside his mouth to the hilt.
I watch him suck on Sloane as if I’m in trance, my eyes following the movement of his head—back and forth, back and forth, just like a pendulum. Hypnotized by the scene, I only notice that I’m leaning in when I see Sloane’s balls hanging in front of my mouth. I do the only logical thing then, which is to open my mouth as wide as I can and take one of his balls inside of me.
I lap at it with my tongue, rolling it inside my mouth, and then I close my eyes and make a mighty effort to open my mouth even wider. A sharp stab of pain runs through the bones in my jaw but I push through, only stopping when I finally manage to get both his balls inside of my mouth. I suck on them as hard as I can, and only pull back when I run out of air.
Drake pulls out at the same time, curling his fingers around Sloane’s shaft and stroking him fast. He moves his body to the side, opening a space for me, and I waste no time; I move forward and allow Sloane’s cock to pierce me at once, his long inches rolling over my tongue all the way to the back of my throat.
I don’t even have to move; Sloane does all the heavy lifting. Tangling his fingers in my hair and holding my head in place, he starts to rock his hips, fucking my little mouth eagerly. He does it until a slight electric spasm runs through his cock, and then he starts slowing down until he stops. He takes his cock out of my mouth with a groan, and it springs free so fast it slaps my face with a wet sound.
Suddenly, a wild madness takes over me and I grab Sloane’s hand; I pull him down until he's on his knees, and then I strike. I take my hands to his shoulders and push him back, forcing him to lie down, and then I climb on top of his body. Except, inside of sitting across his waist, I only stop when I’m easing myself over his mouth.
I sit down on his face, and he responds by grabbing me by the hips, pulling me into him. Sloane wastes no time and joins us; he goes up to his feet and, walking around Drake, he stands right in front of me. Grabbing his cock, he angles it down so that it's right in front of my face and I do all the rest, leaning forward and taking him into my mouth.
I sway my hips back and forth, riding Sloane’s face, and I use that flowing motion to suck on Drake, my mouth moving steadily over his shaft. I keep on doing it until my muscles start cramping up, but I don’t stop; I only interrupt the steady movement of my body when Sloane jabs his tongue inside my pussy and my body tenses up like a nocked narrow.
“I’m going to --” I start, but the orgasm comes faster than I can speak. It shoots up my spine just in time to choke down my words, and then it bursts inside my skull like a thermonuclear bomb, scorching every single nerve ending on its way.
I remain seated over Sloane’s cock as the orgasm washes over me, a pleasant warmness crawling under my skin. Only when the waves of ecstasy recede from my mind do I move, pulling back from Drake’s cock and sliding down Sloane’s body.
I straddle him, my knees on each side of his thighs, and I grab his cock, pointing it exactly to where I need it to be. Lifting my hips just a few inches, I then go down hard, impaling myself on his cock so fast that my whole body seems to scream.
His thick shaft pushes back my inner walls, stretching me wide, and a joyous feeling takes over me. I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now; it’s a kind of savage happiness, one where love blends with sex. It’s a wild hunger and, lucky for me, I know exactly how to satisfy it.
“I want you… to take… all of me…” I whisper between breaths, looking at Drake as I ride Sloane. He narrows his eyes, realizing what I’m asking of him, and then just smiles. He walks around Sloane, and once more goes down to his knees behind me. I bend over and, as I do it, he places his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
He moves one finger down the length of my ass crack and then he just keeps going down. His finger trails over my pussy lips and then goes over Sloane’s pistoning cock, and he only stops when his hand is touching Sloane’s balls, cupping them with his outstretched fingers.
Lucky for me, all it takes is a few seconds for him to focus on my ass once more. He caresses the crack between my ass cheeks, and I gasp as I feel him lingering over my hole. Moving slowly, he starts feeding his finger into me, and my insides clench as I realize that soon enough I’m going to have more than just a finger inside my ass.
I should be nervous, but it’s not like this is my first rodeo. After all, that night at Python showed me that breaking free of our limitations is just a matter of will. And if there’s something I am, it’s a willful woman.
I stop moving as Drake fingers my ass, and Sloane takes the lead, thrusting upward and fucking my tight pussy at a slow burn. By the way he’s moving, I know he’s restraining himself; he’s waiting on Drake to start fucking me, and that’s when he intends to unleash all of his fury.
Well, if that’s the case, let’s get it done.
“Fuck me,” I pant, looking back at Drake over my shoulder. His eyes light up and, a heartbeat after that, he takes his finger out of my ass and replaces it with his cock. He presses the tip of his hard member against my asshole and he just presses it there for a few seconds before sliding it in. I grit my teeth as he does it, his massive thickness stretching me so wide I doubt I’ll ever be the same after this.
By the time his whole cock is inside of my ass, I’m almost ready to come. Seriously, do you know how it feels to have one cock inside your pussy and another inside your ass? And these are not just any cocks, mind you. You could play baseball with these things.
“Oh, that’s—oh, fuck,” I moan as they match the rhythm of their thrusts, all thoughts vanishing from my mind as an electric feeling spreads outward from both my pussy and ass.
All I do is remain in place completely still, while they fuck me relentlessly. They’re thrusting fast and harshly, using me as if my only purpose in life is to please them, which if I’m being completely honest, doesn’t sound like such a bad thing. To spend my day servicing these two sexually? Sign me up.
“Everything in you is so tight … it drives me crazy,” Drake breathes out, his hands on my ass cheeks as he ravages my hole. He smacks one ass cheek hard as he thrusts more violently than before, and the pain of impact travels all the way up to my brain. By the time it gets there, it has already turned into pleasure, which is a good thing, because Drake is slapping my ass cheeks hard enough to leave a red mark.
Having my ass spanked while my holes are being completely demolish by two cocks that belong in some freak museum? Yeah, this has to be the definition of perfect.
“That’s so good…” I hiss, burying my fingernails into Sloane’s chest. I’m doing it so hard that all color has left my fingers, my knuckles growing white.