Theon Gets Rougher

You keep fucking Sansa with those deep, measured strokes, your thick cock stretching her tight cunt open again and again. Her slick walls flutter and squeeze around you, hot and silky, every thrust producing a wet, filthy squelch as her arousal coats your shaft and drips down her thighs in the steamy heat.

Theon’s eyes darken with lust. He grabs a fistful of Sansa’s red hair, twisting it roughly in his grip. “That’s it, you little Stark slut,” he growls, voice low and cruel with arousal. “Take it deeper.”

He forces his cock further into her mouth, pushing past the back of her throat until her lips stretch wide around his thick base. Sansa gags wetly, eyes watering, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead her cunt clenches hard around your cock, a fresh flood of slick heat gushing out around your shaft as Theon starts fucking her face with rough, demanding thrusts.

The obscene sounds grow louder: the constant wet gluck-gluck-gluck of Theon’s cock slamming into her throat, her choked, gurgling moans vibrating around him, mixed with the rhythmic slap of your hips against her soaked pussy. Spit drips from the corners of her stretched lips, running down her chin and onto her bouncing tits.

“Fuck, look at her,” Robb groans from behind, still grinding his cock between her ass cheeks while he pinches and twists her nipples. “Our sweet sister taking cock like a common whore.”

Theon laughs darkly and thrusts harder, his balls slapping against her chin with every brutal snap of his hips. He holds her head in place, using her mouth like a toy, forcing her nose against his pelvis until her throat bulges visibly. Sansa’s eyes roll back, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, but her hips push back eagerly onto your cock, her cunt spasming and rippling around you in desperate, hungry pulses.

You grip her waist tighter and start fucking her harder, matching Theon’s roughness. Each powerful thrust makes her soaked folds part obscenely around your shaft, her clit grinding against your pelvis on every deep plunge. The heat of the room makes everything slicker - sweat, steam, and her dripping juices turning every movement into a filthy glide.

Theon finally pulls out of her mouth with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. Sansa gasps and coughs, drooling messily, but he immediately slaps his heavy cock against her cheek. “Beg for it, princess.”

“Please…” she whimpers, voice hoarse and broken. “Use me - fuck my throat harder, Theon.”

He snarls in satisfaction and shoves back in, fucking her face even more brutally. The room fills with the wet, choking sounds of her throat being used while you pound her cunt, stretching her velvet walls with every rough stroke. Her moans turn into constant, muffled screams of overwhelmed pleasure around Theon’s cock as her body shakes between the three of you.

Robb’s fingers slide down to rub her clit in tight circles while you rail her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Sansa’s cunt starts fluttering wildly around your cock, squeezing and milking you as her orgasm builds fast and violent in the sweltering steam.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​