A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... valley. His fingers followed seamless... no pause, no mercy... two plunging deep, curling against that spongy spot inside as his thumb found my clit, circling lazy but firm. The stretch burned sweet, walls clenching greedy around the invasion, the coil winding vicious from the first touch.

"Mmmph-too. Fank oo, Sheven."

Voice cracked muffled, tears pricking as the edge built fast... too fast... my hips rolling subtle, chasing the curl despite the sob bubbling around the gag.

Liam's turn... eager, boyish, the swat cracking high on the left, jolting me forward into Mike's stirring cock, the ridge nudging my hip like a brand. His "check" was messier... fingers scissoring wide inside, stretching me fuller, thumb flicking my clit sharp and erratic, syncing with the throb from the sting. Wet schlick echoed faint, obscene in the hush, my pussy fluttering helpless as the peak hovered cruel, just out of reach.

"Mmmph-free. Fank oo, Wiam."

The denial hit like a slap... his fingers dragging free slow, a final curl that left me spasming around air, clit pulsing denied under the ghost of his thumb. Whimper tore muffled from the gag, hips twitching empty, the fabric in my mouth soaking fuller with saliva and tears. Mike's hand on my back pressed firmer... anchoring, almost soothing... as Steven took four: Swat centered, palm cupping the heat after, fingers plunging knuckle-deep, thumb grinding circles that wound me tighter, the build a vicious loop of sting and ...

... stretch.

"Mmmph-for. Fank oo."

Edge sharpened... brutal, my thighs quaking, slick dripping now to stain his jeans anew, but no shatter. Not yet.

The rhythm blurred into torment: Swats alternating... crack, bloom, fingers plunging, thumbs circling, edging relentless through the count. Five: Liam again, his swat off-center, stinging the undercurve where thigh met ass, his fingers teasing my rim alongside the plunge... light presses at the tight ring, not breaching but syncing with the curl inside, dual violation that made my toes curl and vision haze.

"Mmmph-fife. Fank oo."

Six: Steven, swat high near my tailbone, fingers splaying my cheeks wider for the view, plunging deep while his thumb flicked my clit erratic, the denial dragging a muffled sob as he pulled free mid-build.

"Mmmph-shix. Fank oo."

Seven: Mike... heaviest yet, palm broad and paternal, cracking dead center with a thud that echoed off the cabinets, his fingers after filling me full... three thick digits scissoring slow, thumb rubbing firm circles that pushed me to the brink, the coil snapping taut, orgasm hovering vicious.

"Mmmph-shiven. Fank oo, Mike."

But he withdrew... wet pop, fingers trailing slick down my thigh... leaving me hollow, spasming, tears soaking the gag as I bucked into empty air.

Eight blurred into nine... Steven's swat playful but mean, fingers tracing my asshole full now, pressing the rim while plunging front, the double tease short-circuiting my nerves; Liam's eager crack ...