I quickly moved to do as he said, so wet that my thighs were slick. I positioned myself over his cock and sank down on him, letting him pierce me. He growled. “You’re so fucking wet, Brandy. Does it turn you on for me to humiliate you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, though I knew he knew the answer to his own question. The proof of it was currently wrapped around him and dripping onto his thighs every time I moved.
Bracing my hands on his spread thighs, I bounced up and down on him, my tits bouncing in tempo with the rest of me. Alfonso groaned, his eyes on me. I whimpered when he came, his cum spreading over his chest.
Ryker then wrapped his hand around my throat and yanked me backward so my back was pressed to his chest, and he drilled into me from below, his other hand rubbing my clit. I whined, moving to push his hands away, but he slapped my tits—hard enough to hurt.
“Hands behind my neck,” he ordered.
Whimpering, I did as he ordered. I screamed as he circled my clit again, my nails digging into the skin at the back of his neck. Orgasm after orgasm washed through me, wiping me out, draining me, leaving me spent. Finally—fucking finally—Ryker came inside of me, and right as he did so, he sank his teeth into the back of my neck, and I fucking lost it.
I blacked out from overstimulation.