Doggy style

I got on all fours and looked over at the sofa. I had been so wrapped up in Petyr that I hadn't even noticed that Raja was on the couch, running his fist up and down his long, hard shaft.

I felt Petyr's hands grabbing and groping at my ass then felt the swollen head of his cock press into the folds of my pussy. I looked back at the giant hunk of a man.

"Or maybe we should."

Petyr smiled then shoved himself inside me. My arms almost gave out as he began to really fuck me, pulling back until just the head was inside then thrusting forward, burying himself in one fluid motion.

"Oh, yea," Petyr grunted. "Take it. Take it all."

His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me back to meet each powerful thrust. Every time he filled me it became less uncomfortable, and more and more pleasurable. My hands gripped the comforter, my knuckles turning white. Deep, grunting moans escaped my lips.

I looked over at Raja. His pace quickened, matching Petyr's. It was like we were all in this together. I looked back at Petyr. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I had a feeling he was getting close.

So was I. My eyes fixated on that long, uncut cock of his. I remembered how it felt in my mouth.