A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... grunted... permission like absolution, voice cracking on the edge of his own restraint... and his fingers thrust hard, fast, no more tease: Plunging knuckle-deep in brutal rhythm, curling relentless against the spot with every drive, thumb grinding my clit vicious under the heel of his palm.

The wave crashed without mercy... brutal, shattering, my body seizing bowstring over his lap as the orgasm ripped through.

"Mmmph... fuhhh!"

The gag swallowed my scream, but it tore free muffled and wild, walls spasming greedy around his pounding fingers, clit pulsing electric under the grind as I gushed... hot, slick flood soaking his hand, wrist, jeans in a torrent that splattered the floor. Hips bucked frantic, thighs quaking spread and locked, ass clenching mottled fire under the exposure, tits heaving half-bared from the tank's hem, nipples scraping cotton like sparks. Shame burned nuclear... cumming gagged and scripted, voluntary slut over stepdad's knee... but the pleasure drowned it, waves crashing relentless, my pussy milking his thrusts like it owned them.

He didn't stop... didn't grant a breath, fucking me through it with hard, fast drives that dragged the peak longer, meaner, his fingers scissoring wide between plunges to stretch me raw, thumb never lifting from the clit, grinding circles that spiked the aftershocks into fresh builds. The overstimulation bordered agony... nerves raw and screaming, every curl a jolt that made me sob into the gag, tears flooding ...

... unchecked... but the second wave coiled seamless on the ruins, coiling vicious from the relentless pound.

"Mmmph... no... too mush... pwease!"

The plea slurred wrecked, hips thrashing now, chasing and fleeing the friction in equal measure, slick gushing fiercer with every thrust, the wet schlick obscene echoing off the cabinets. Steven leaned closer... breath hot on my shoulder, hand ghosting my hair without pulling... while Liam's eyes widened, log forgotten, his free hand palming himself subtle through his shorts. Mike's cock twitched hard against my hip... steel and straining, denim damp from my flood... his grunts low and ragged, syncing with the rhythm, that guilty rumble in his chest vibrating through me like approval.

The second orgasm hit harder... meaner, a brutal contraction that seized my core, ripping a wail muffled into the gag as I convulsed, gushing wild around his pounding fingers, clit throbbing under the grind. Waves fractured, overstretched and overwhelming, my body arching bowstring-tight, thighs quaking helpless in their spread, ass clenching futile against the boys' devouring stares. Slick flooded hot... splattering his arm, the chair, the floor in a puddle that shamed me deeper than the tears... but he fucked through it relentless, thrusts unyielding, fingers curling vicious against the spot, thumb flicking sharp to spike the crest higher.

"Good... girl," he rasped... praise laced with power, breath hot against my ear... his free hand splaying ...