Against the tree

The tree scraped rough bark against Emily’s spine, but she barely registered it. Not over the crushing pressure between her legs, not with the guard’s cock driving up into her, thick and punishing, too much and not enough all at once. Her arms were wrapped tight around his neck, legs hooked over his massive forearms as he held her up, pinned like prey, like something offered.

Each thrust punched her against the tree. Her tits bounced wildly against his chest with every slam of his hips. Her pussy was stretched to its limit, molded around him, every ridge inside her **** open, dragged, filled again. He growled low, a deep animal sound against her neck as he buried himself fully.

“Fucking hell,” he hissed. “You’re swallowing me. Thought you’d break in half.”

Her only answer was a choked moan.

But then she heard it.

Next to them.

Wet, rhythmic, high-pitched.

Tasha’s voice.

Emily’s dazed eyes turned—and her jaw fell open.

Tasha was just a few feet away, lifted off the ground, her limbs splayed in a wide V between the two men who had brought them here.

Jake stood behind her, his hands under her thighs, holding her open from beneath. His cock slammed up into her dripping pussy, hips pistoning with raw hunger. Cam was in front—no, not in front. Behind. His hands gripped her waist as he fucked her ass, his face a mask of effort, jaw clenched, sweat streaking his chest.

They were fucking her together. Pinned between them like a toy. Like a vice.

Her body rocked with the **** of it. Her tits bounced between their chests, mouth open in a frozen moan. One of her hands clutched Cam’s shoulder. The other had found its way between her legs, two fingers strumming her swollen clit with frantic circles.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—don’t stop—don’t stop—” she was babbling, wrecked and wild.

Cam snarled into her shoulder, driving deeper into her tight ass. “Goddamn girl—tight as a fucking drum.”

Jake’s pace never faltered. His cock glistened with her arousal, thrusting up into her soaked cunt, slapping balls-deep while her moans turned into hoarse cries.

Emily watched, stunned and soaked and shaking.

The guard didn’t slow. He saw her eyes drift—felt her tighten—and grinned against her cheek.

“Don’t lose focus now,” he growled. “They can fuck her all they want. But you belong to me tonight.”

Then he rammed into her harder—deep, brutal, impossibly deep—forcing another scream from her throat.

And beside them, Tasha came, back arching, mouth wide in a wordless cry, her body trembling between the two cocks splitting her open.