Chapter 40 Fucking The Frat Guys

He pushed—slow, relentless. The stretch burned bright, then melted into fullness so intense I saw stars. Both cocks buried deep, rubbing against each other inside me. They started moving—opposite thrusts at first, then together, deep and hard. I screamed—raw, unfiltered—clit grinding against Tattoos’ pelvis. The monitor showed it all: my...