Then Chase hilts himself in my throat and Eric does the same in my cunt, and there’s no more thinking about anything anymore.
There’s just pleasure—which I’ve discovered is one thing that you don’t have to think about.
You just fucking feel it.
And it feels fucking good.
I’m choking on Chase’s huge, thick cock while Eric pounds away at my pussy, and I’m immediately launched on the fast track to yet another orgasm with these gorgeous fucking men. Eric’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling me even harder onto his massive fucking dick, and Chase’s hands are wrapped around my throat, holding it tight around his cock like my mouth is a fleshlight and he aims to jerk himself off with it.
“Christ, Kara,” Chase groans, forcing his cock into my throat to the base of it again and again and again. It feels like even my throat is a g-spot at this point—he’s using my mouth like a pussy, and as he fucks it, I feel like he’s going to make me orgasm from a sexual organ I don’t think even exists. “I can feel the way my cock makes your throat bulge out when I fuck it—you’ve got suck a tight little throat, babe. Such an elegant fuckin’ neck. You’re a babe, Kara—say it to me. Tell me what a babe you are, so I know that you know it.”
I try to speak, but all I do is end up choking on Chase’s dick even harder.
He slaps my cheek lovingly, grinning from above me.
“That’s what I fucking thought, babe,” he chuckles—and then, unbelievably, he fucking doubles his efforts on my throat.
Meanwhile, Eric’s thumbs are pressing into my abdomen just above where I’m sure my womb must be. I can feel his cock plunging deep into me, probing my insides and making my stomach bulge out with every thrust. He pushes down on my stomach with his thumbs each time I feel his 12-inch cock enter me. I know he must be massaging the head of his dick like that, rubbing it right through my skin.
“Gonna cum,” Eric groans.
“Me fuckin’ too,” Chase echoes.
“Mmmmgmgmgmmgm!!!” I say, because at the rate that Chase is going to town on my fucking throat, that’s all I can say right now.
They get the fucking message well enough, though. Chase and Eric continue to spit roast me with their dicks until the orgasm hits, then they’re holding my body down while it spasms and twitches, bucks and throbs and begs for more.
Chase finally removes his dick from my throat and, in its absence, I scream. I sob. I moan so deeply and so sweetly, they take a moment just to watch me in ecstasy.
Then, they’re positioning themselves on either side of my mouth, ready to come for themselves.
“Tell us what you want, Kara!” Eric yells.
I gasp and gulp. I’ve never had a dude yell at me during sex before—and definitely not in such a fucking pussy-drenching fashion.
I mean, there was that time that I accidentally scraped Ryan’s pathetic little dick with my teeth and he got so scared he ended up screaming at me, calling me a fat piggie—but that’s, like, hardly worth thinking about now.
I don’t know what I want—except for, like, everything about their bodies, all their kisses and all their cum for the rest of my life—but like, fuck it, right?
I roll with it.
“Your cum!” I scream, shoving my fingers between my legs and stroke my clit while Chase and Eric jack off over my mouth.
“Where do you fuckin’ want it, Kara?” Chase snarls.
“On my tongue!” I yell back. “In my mouth, down my throat—gag me with your fucking cum!”
“Gladly,” Eric says, grabbing my hair.
He moans and growls and sucks air in through his teeth as he cums, pumping every huge, thick hot rope of it directly into my mouth and forcing my lips to suck him clean.
I moan back as I taste him—salted caramel, just as fucking delicious as ever.
“No,” he says as I move to swallow. “You’re going to fucking enjoy your treat, Kara.”
When I glance back to his fat, engorged member, I’m surprised to see it getting hard again already—but there’s no time to consider it.
I’ve got a mouth full of Eric’s cum already, and now Chase is grabbing my hair and pulling my mouth his way.