You couldn't bring yourself to go that far.

The second man'`s demand for you to let him fuck you snapped you out of your trance. You felt your heart racing, your palms sweating. You couldn't bring yourself to go that far. You slowly pulled away from him, your lips leaving his erect penis with a soft pop. "I-I can't," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. The second man looked at you, his expression unreadable. The brunette, still being fucked hard by the messy-haired man, turned to look at you, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and disappointment.

The second man's eyes snapped towards you, his gaze piercing as he searched for any hint of hesitation or uncertainty. But before he could react, the brunette's voice cut through the air, husky and confident. "He can fuck me," she said, her words dripping with desire. The messy-haired man's thrusts slowed, his eyes flicking towards the second man, a hint of surprise and curiosity etched on his face. The brunette's gaze never wavered from the second man, her eyes locked onto his as she continued to move in sync with the messy-haired man's slowed thrusts.

The second man, not wasting any time, moved his cock towards the brunette's face. She opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands reaching out to tangle in her hair. The brunette's eyes never left the second man's as she took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off. The messy-haired man watched the scene unfold, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt his orgasm building.

The sight of the brunette getting spitroasted was overwhelming. The second man's hips thrust forward, his cock sinking deep into the brunette's mouth. She moaned, her eyes closed in pleasure, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off. The messy-haired man's thrusts became more erratic, his hands gripping the brunette's hips tighter as he felt his orgasm building. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of your own heart.

Your eyes remained fixed on the brunette, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked the second man off, her hips still rolling in sync with the messy-haired man's thrusts. The sight was too much to handle, and your hand instinctively drifted down to your groin, your fingers exploring your pussy. You started to stroke yourself, the rhythmic motion matching the pulsing of your heart.

The brunette's body began to tense, her muscles contracting as she approached the edge of orgasm. The messy-haired man's thrusts became more frenzied, his hips pounding against hers with increased intensity. The second man's eyes closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy as the brunette's mouth worked its magic on his cock. His hands gripped her hair, holding her in place as he fucked her mouth with reckless abandon. The brunette's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto yours as she felt the first waves of her orgasm wash over her. Her mouth still working on the second man's cock, she let out a muffled cry, her body shuddering as she came.

As the brunette's body shuddered with the **** of her orgasm, your own body responded in kind. The sight of her, still locked in a passionate gaze with you, was the final push you needed to tip over the edge. Your fingers, still stroking your pussy, felt the first tremors of your own climax, and you couldn't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. The muscles in your thighs tensed, and your hips bucked upwards, as if seeking out the touch of an invisible lover.

The messy-haired man's gaze shifted from the brunette's convulsing body to yours, his eyes locking onto your flushed face. He slowed his thrusts, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. A crooked smile spread across his face, and he extended a hand towards you, his fingers beckoning. "Come here," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. The brunette, still shuddering from her orgasm, turned her head towards you, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy. The second man, still buried in her mouth, groaned in protest as she pulled away, her lips releasing his cock with a soft pop.

The brunette's eyes locked onto yours, her gaze burning with a **** intensity. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, her breasts swaying with the movement, and begged, "Please, join us. Don't just watch." Her voice was husky, her words laced with a sense of longing. The messy-haired man's hand was still extended, his fingers beckoning you closer. He nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yeah, come on. We want you to be a part of this." The second man, still breathing heavily, pulled himself out of his daze and chimed in, "We can take turns, or...or something.