Fill me twice

I suck harder on his dick, I can feel my cheeks bow inward, and it makes me feel as though I’m trying to aspirate his seed from his balls. His rigidness fucks my mouth. Behind me, The Man Whose Name I Cannot Remember, continues to force feed is shaft into me. Only word I can think of is spearing. He’s spearing me. Fucking me so hard with a cock that’s so big and bulging and alive and … I’ve become lost in the moment, my thoughts scatter, as I’m being filled by two men simultaneously…

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The overhead fan whirs, pulling warm air to the top of the ceiling. It’s nighttime but a small desk lamp is lit from across the room and a fire is emanating from the bedroom fireplace. Aaron’s head is leaning against a pillow that’s pressed against the backboard, his legs are spread, his toes are pointing outward. His clothes lie in a pile on the ground. Sam, the nameless one to Emily, with his washboard abs and shaved chest, has one hand on Emily’s ass, the other is pulling her black curly hair. His thrusts are wild now, animalistic; he appears to be coming close to the end of his own race. Fucking. Meanwhile, Emily, on all fours, is taking it all. Her gift, her fantasy, with the love she has for her husband, he for her, their love for others when the times are right. Her black lace underthings lie in haphazard piles on the bed. Her head is between Aaron’s legs, his dick barely visible because her mouth is swallowing it. You can hear skin slapping, sucking noises, moans, the crackle of the fire. Three lovers connecting.