Came again

I'm lost in a haze of sensation. The dark-haired one pulls out of my ass, leaving me empty for a split second, and then the quiet guy is there, his hands guiding my hips as he slides into the spot his friend just left. He's slower, more deliberate, but no less deep, and I feel him stretch me just as wide. The muscular guy shifts beneath me, and I feel the bachelor's cock press against my slick entrance, replacing the muscular guy's. They've switched, trading places like they've done this a hundred times.

I'm being passed between them, impaled on one end while the other fills me, never a moment where I'm not completely stuffed. The quiet guy fucks my ass with a steady rhythm, his breath hot against my ear. The bachelor drives into my pussy, his hands gripping my thighs to spread me wider.

"Too much," I gasp, but I don't mean it. My body is trembling, overloaded, each thrust sending sparks up my spine. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

I hear the dark-haired one laugh from somewhere behind me, his voice rough. "She's begging now. You really broke her, boys."

I don't care. I don't care about the cameras, or the way Joe is still snoring on the floor, or the fact that I'm covered in their cum and sweat and the mess of the night. All I can feel is the endless, rhythmic stretch of two men taking me at once, switching places without pause, their hands finding new grips on my hips, my shoulders, my throat. My fingers dig into the leather of the couch, knuckles white.

I cum again, harder this time, my body clenching around both of them. They don't slow down. They just keep going, trading off, keeping me full and desperate and completely lost.

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