Deep Freeze

Cold. So fucking cold. That's all Douglas could think of. They'd run out of firewood the night before, and the three of them could only subside on body heat now, the dying embers of this cabin barely emitting even a spark of heat.

The three of them were under every blanket they could find, and somewhere right next to him, Devonte was fucking Faith. It was the only thing they could do to generate enough warmth, it felt like. They rutted together just barely, under the weight of so many blankets, and Douglas's small white cock was stiff, hearing Devonte fuck Faith's pink pussy, and her whimpers. After an hour, he heard Devonte's grunt, as he filled Faith up with his white cream.

"Clean us up," Devonte said, his voice hoarse with the cold. "It'll help warm you up some."

Needing no invitation, Douglas twisted his body around, latching his mouth onto Faith's sex, their warm mixed discharge leaking into Douglas's mouth and his belly. He ate Faith's ass greedily. Devonte was right. This was the warmest spot in the entire house.

"I said clean _us _up," Devonte said. Douglas could feel the presence of that big Black cock, still leaking warm seed. Steeling himself, Douglas surrendered to the necessity of anything warm, anything for survival.