“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeawwwwwwwwww!” she screamed and screamed again.
Dog f****d, cunt f****d, the only orifice remaining was her mouth, now watering for another c**k… for Dylan Kincaid’s perhaps, but he wasn’t even in the room that she could see. A piece of her was reserved for him, wanting him because he was the author of the moment and the moment was not quite complete, even in the midst of this astonishing fornication.
The two men seemed to rip her wide, tear her sideways, jerk, tug and demand attention she had no control of. Being in-between, amid two prizefighters, she was the prize—though a battered one by the time the men in her ass and cunt had creamed her insides thoroughly and she was yelling into the steamy air the elated sounds of a satisfied end.
Emily lay sprawled out afterward
