Let him fuck you hard on the sofa
From Create Your Own Story
Mike's hips snap forward in a steady rhythm, his cock plunging deep into your ass with each powerful drive, the leather sofa creaking under the force. You're pinned there, one leg hooked high over the backrest, the other splayed wide in his iron grip, your body rocking with every thrust that stretches your hole around his girth. The burn fades into pure bliss, your walls gripping him tight as he grinds against that sensitive spot inside, sending jolts of heat radiating through your core. Sweat beads on your skin, mixing with the slick sounds of him pounding you, your moans spilling out unchecked, raw and needy.
He keeps at it for several minutes, breath ragged against your neck, grunting with each bury of his dick. But then he slows, pulling out with a wet pop, your rim clenching on nothing, aching for the fill. 'Time to switch it up,' he growls, voice husky from exertion. His hands guide you roughly, flipping you over and maneuvering you to bend at the waist over the sofa arm. Your chest presses into the cool leather, ass thrust back toward him, legs spread for balance as he positions himself behind you. The new angle exposes you fully, your hole winking in the air, still loose and glistening from his earlier work.
From here, bent over like this, you get a clear view across the room—straight to the desk where Rod's railing Kevin without mercy. Kevin's pale body is splayed out, back arched off the wood, his legs hooked high over Rod's broad shoulders, toes curling in the air. Rod's dark cocoa skin gleams with sweat, muscles rippling as he slams his thick cock into Kevin's ass, the contrast stark and mesmerizing: ebony against ivory, Rod's powerful frame dominating Kevin's slimmer one. Kevin's face twists in ecstasy, mouth open in silent screams, his own dick bobbing hard and untouched between them, leaking steadily onto his stomach.
Mike doesn't waste time, gripping your hips to yank you back onto his cock. He thrusts in deep from behind, filling you in one smooth motion, the doggy position letting him hit even deeper. His balls slap against yours with every pump, pace building fast as he fucks you hard, hands digging into your flesh to hold you steady. The sofa arm digs into your belly, but the pleasure overrides it, your body jolting forward with each brutal shove.
Rod locks eyes with you for a split second before focusing on Kevin, his voice dropping low and filthy as he drives forward again. 'Fuck, yeah, take it all, you little slut,' he snarls at Kevin, one hand pinning his thigh wider. 'Your ass is sucking me in like it never wants me to stop.' He glances over at Mike then, watching the way your body shakes from the pounding, a wicked grin splitting his face. 'Fuck Look at that, Mike—yeah wreck him.'
Kevin whimpers louder, the desk thumping against the wall in time with Rod's relentless strokes, his pale skin flushing red from the intensity.
Mike's thrusts falter for a moment, his cock throbbing inside you as he absorbs Rod's words, but then he pulls out abruptly, leaving you empty and gasping. He steps back, chest heaving, dick slick and hard. 'Alright, enough of that,' he says, voice commanding. 'Let's switch —Rod, get over here and give this ass a turn. I'll take Kev for a spin’
