Give in completely to the pleasure and moan for Tyrell to fuck you harder

Evan's Bedroom, Blackwood Family Home, Suburban Ohio, at 9:25 AM on Saturday June 15th, 2024 Day 1.

The words spill out of your mouth before your foggy brain can stop them—thick, slurred, desperate. "F-fuck me harder... please... harder..."

Tyrell grins, his massive hands digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to bruise. "That's what I like to hear." He pulls back until just the fat head of his cock sits inside your entrance, then drives forward with a brutal thrust that shoves your entire body forward, your tits bouncing violently beneath you, a guttural moan ripped from your throat. The mirror shows everything—your eyes crossing, your mouth hanging open, drool sliding down your chin, his dark cock disappearing into your stretched pink pussy over and over.

"Harder?" he growls, picking up the pace, each thrust a full-body impact that rocks the bed frame against the wall. "You want this big dick to ruin you?"

"Y-yes..." you whimper, your voice barely recognizable. "Ruin me..."

Then a hand seizes your braid from behind—not Tyrell's, he's still gripping your hips—and yanks your head backward so hard your neck arches, your scalp screaming, your eyes forced upward toward the ceiling. Marco's face appears above you, upside down, that cocky smirk stretched wide.

"Open up, puta," he says, and before you can react, his lean cock is sliding past your glossy lips, over your tongue, and straight into your throat.

You gag—hard. Your throat convulses around his shaft, your eyes watering instantly, but Marco doesn't care. He's got both hands wrapped in your braid now, using it like reins, pulling your head back and forth on his cock while Tyrell continues his relentless assault from behind. The dual sensation is overwhelming—stuffed from both ends, your body rocking between them like a ragdoll.

"Mmph—glk—glk—" is all you can manage, spit and precum flooding your mouth, running down your chin in thick strings. Marco's cock hits the back of your throat with each thrust and you feel that horrible gag reflex trigger again and again, your stomach clenching, but he just keeps going, fucking your face with the same rhythm Tyrell uses on your pussy.

"Yeah, choke on it," Marco groans, his hips snapping forward. "Esa boca es tan apretada... fuck, her throat feels amazing."

Tyrell slams deep and holds, grinding his hips in a slow circle that makes you feel every ridge, every vein of his impossible cock pressing against your inner walls. Your pussy is making obscene wet sounds—squelching, slurping—Derek's earlier load being churned into froth by Tyrell's massive shaft, white foam gathering around the base of his cock.

In the mirror, you catch glimpses of yourself between the men—sandwiched between Tyrell's dark muscular body and Marco's lean frame, your mesh top bunched up around your collarbone, your massive tits swinging free, your face a mess of drool and smeared makeup, eyes rolling back each time Marco bottoms out in your throat. You look like a complete whore being used for exactly what you were made for.

Jake stands nearby, stroking his thick cock, waiting his turn. "Damn, she's taking both of 'em like a champ," he mutters. "How's that throat, Marco?"

"Fucking perfect," Marco grunts, pulling your braid tighter, forcing your head at a sharper angle so he can sink deeper. "She's gonna be gagging on cock all day."

The warm voice in your head is practically screaming with joy—yes yes yes good girl take it take it all empty happy full—and your pussy clenches hard around Tyrell's cock, your body betraying you completely as the first waves of an approaching orgasm begin to build deep in your core.