Hilt-deep!

The hard slamming of hips devolves into one last brutal slam of both cocks at once. My hole stretches to accommodate as both pulsing shafts lock hilt-deep inside of me. All four of my cheeks beat red, my eyes flutter when motion finally stops.

I gasp softly, catching my breath as the twins chests heave, Juno's breasts rising and falling against my chest, underneath me. I close my eyes and breathe, holding myself up on my elbows, taking it as I feel pulse after pulse of cum jet into me.

I can feel it overflowing me, pushing deeper inside of me on one side and oozing from my ass around and between their thick cocks on the other. They don't hesitate to stuff me as full as they can, though, until their pulsing finally subsides.

Fingers in my hair relax, and Enzo's fingers slide down my back to cup my ass gently. I whimper softly in pain at the still sharp stinging sensation. Juno's hands slide up my body at the same time, slipping across my sides, around my shoulders.

Her fingers cup my face, and I whimper again. This time, I don't get slapped or spanked for my trouble, simply held onto. Slowly, I feel their cocks pulling out of me, and a moment later, a fair amount of the cum they deposited deep into my ass.

I gasp softly at the sudden sensation of emptiness, that follows the twins' synchronised withdrawal. I slump softly, catching my breath against the guestroom pillow. I hear Enzo chuckling behind me. “Shit, we need to change the bedding. Quickly.”

“Fuck,” Juno swears, “Mom and Dad will expect us to replace the mattress if we soak the bedding clean through to it with our cum.” The twins quickly take action, push-pulling me off the bed, but not throwing me on the floor like a wheat sack.

Stripping the bed fast, I'm transported onto the floor almost in a messy, wet hammock. Juno and Enzo drag me to my feet, not by my hair, thank the universe, but by my underarms. Juno pushes me against a wall, shaking a finger at me, “Stay!”

I don't have the energy to even sass her with a woof, right now. They quickly wrap up the bedding into a ball and rush it out. I can guess Juno will toss the mass down one flight of stairs to Enzo, to be tossed down the hall to the laundry room.

They're back in only a couple minutes, dragging me into motion, to the guestroom bathroom, then pushing me into the shower. I expect to have to bathe on my own, but the twins join me quickly, and, soon, hot water follows, flowing down.

“Stay still and let us wash you, faggot,” Enzo orders, and I oblige. It'll be quicker this way, even as they bathe themselves, but I don't know what they're going to do with me afterwards. I take it one step at a time, though, and I simply ... breathe.

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