how much he wanted to really take me.
The shifters plucked themselves free from my body. Sven was encapsulating my lips in his, and our tongues began to swirl around each other, sliding together in a dance of carnal passion. He took my head into his strong, calloused hands, hungrily tasting my mouth. While this was going on, Lars was kissing his way down my body, eager to see the rest of me. His lips peppering a trail down my belly, he snagged at my bikini bottom with his teeth, before moving to kiss the interiors of my thighs. I squealed in delight into Sven’s mouth as Lars continued to tease me, snapping the string to my bottoms with his teeth every so often.
Opening my eyes, I gave Craig one last, forlorn glance. He was hungrily watching with rapt attention, pale as could be, and I knew that I needed to rile him up to save his life.
“Fuck me, boys,” I begged. “Mate me as hard as you can.”
Within seconds, I was down on the ground, the furs whipped beneath my skin. Lars was plucking my bikini bottom free, casting the final garment aside as my wet, needful pussy was finally exposed. Hungrily, his face descended into my folds, lapping away at my juices with animalistic, primal need .
Sven, on the other hand, grasped my head and parted my lips around his thick, girth shifter shaft. I felt the crown of his head pushing at the back of my throat, and wrapped my tongue around his dick as he began to thrust between my lips. I loved how rough he was being, and how much he groaned with the motions. As he dominated my mouth, my hand squeezed my pillowy breast and toyed with my nipple as I grabbed the other shifter by the tufts of his hair, marrying his tongue to my inner walls.
“Oh god,” I could barely blurt at Lars out as Sven withdrew to stroke himself for a moment, his cock inches from my lips. “Please don’t stop—“
Sven’s shaft was back inside, punishing the inside of my mouth. He threw his leg over the other side and sat against my face, pressing his hands to the ground and thrusting his cock into my mouth with his highest intensity. I loved every second of it, sucking him down and pleasing him with my throat while his shifter brother continued to taste me.
My other hand joined the first, and I clamped my thighs together around his head as he sucked on my clit. His firm, pink tongue slid across my bead, stimulating me while two fingers descended into the wet chasm that was my pussy. I felt him expertly manipulate my eager g-spot as he sucked and teased my hood.
But even as I squirmed on the ground beneath them both, I knew I needed more…and so did Craig, who wasn’t shoving them aside to pillage my body yet. So, I pushed both of them off, hopping onto all fours. Giving a wink and wiggling my ass tantalizingly, I smirked as sexily as I could at the shifters.
“I’m ready when you are…”
They gave each other a short, wicked smile and descended on me again. Lars pulled in front of me, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my mouth onto his thick cock. As much as he had pleased me, I was all too willing to reciprocate, and I inhaled his thick, bobbing shifter cock with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.
Sven, on the other hand, positioned himself behind me. To my surprise, instead of inserting himself inside me, I felt his hand come crashing down upon my ass.
Wham !
“Fuck!” I blurted out, pulling myself free from the girth shaft between my lips. “That’s…oh god…do that again!”
Sven grinned mercilessly at me and delivered another crushing blow against my cheeks. Wham ! My body almost buckled, but I held my composure as I felt the cool air stinging my reddening buttocks. Without needing a request, he delivered — Wham ! — Another, and then — Wham ! — Another, and as Lars forced his cock back into my mouth, — Wham ! — And then —! Wham ! — And — Wham ! Wham ! Wham !
I was a delirious puddle of
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