Keeep going and let them use you both
From Create Your Own Story
Your mouth works Mike's cock with eager pulls, lips sealed tight around the thick shaft as you bob your head, tongue swirling over the underside to trace every ridge and vein. Saliva drips down your chin, mixing with his pre-cum, the salty tang flooding your senses while you hollow your cheeks for deeper suction. He groans low, hand tangling in your hair to guide your rhythm, thrusting shallowly into the wet heat of your throat.
"That's it, suck it like you mean it, boy," Mike rasps, voice thick with lust as he watches you through half-lidded eyes. "Fuck, your mouth's made for this—gonna fill it up later, but first, I'm claiming that ass." He glances over at Rod, a smirk curling his lips. "Hey, Rod, these boys are primed. We're gonna fuck 'em raw tonight—pound those holes till they're gaping and leaking our loads. You hear that, Kevin? Rod's cock's gonna wreck you just like mine's about to destroy this one."
Rod chuckles darkly from the desk, the sound punctuated by Kevin's sharp whimper as something shifts—wet slaps starting up, rhythmic and insistent. You can picture it: Rod's hips snapping forward, burying his dick deep into Kevin's ass, stretching him wide while Kevin's legs tremble in the air.
Mike's grip tightens suddenly, yanking your head back with a pop as your lips release his glistening cock. Strings of spit connect you to the tip, and he doesn't give you a second to catch your breath before shoving you down onto the leather sofa. Your back hits the cushions with a soft thud, legs splaying as he climbs between them, manhandling one over the backrest to hook it high, exposing your hole completely. His strong hand clamps onto your other thigh, prying it wide, muscles flexing under his fingers as he holds you open like an offering.
From behind you, Kevin's moans escalate—high-pitched whimpers turning into desperate cries, the desk creaking under the force of Rod's thrusts. Yeah, he's definitely balls-deep now, fucking Kevin with steady drives that make the air thrum with their shared heat.
Mike lines up, the blunt head of his cock pressing firm against your slick rim, still sensitive and twitching from his earlier tongue work. He teases there for a moment, rubbing the tip in circles, smearing pre-cum over your pucker before pushing forward. The stretch burns sweet as he slides in slow, inch by thick inch breaching your tight ring, your walls clenching greedily around him.
He leans down heavy on top of you, chest pressing to yours, sweat-slick skin sliding together. His mouth crashes onto your lips in a rough kiss, tongue invading deep, claiming you with hungry strokes that match the slow grind of his hips.
Then he pulls back upright, hands bracing on your thighs to keep you spread as he rears up. His first real thrust slams home, pulling out halfway before driving back in hard, the slap of skin echoing loud. You moan brokenly, body arching off the sofa, the fullness overwhelming as he picks up pace—fucking you deep and relentless, each plunge hitting that spot inside that makes stars burst behind your eyes. Whimpers spill from your throat, unfiltered pleasure ripping through you, loving every brutal second of him owning your hole.
