Jason nodded, and together they carefully turned Clara around. Once she was repositioned, George pushed his cock into Clara’s pussy.

“Fuck! Her pussy is so fucking wet,” George growled, thrusting deep.

At the same time, Jason drove into Clara’s ass, his voice ragged. “Her ass is so tight… I think it might snap my cock,” he hissed.

Parker watched, his own arousal a tight, aching knot. He moved to the head of the altar, his fingers tangling in Clara’s hair, not to cause pain, but to claim her attention. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a low rasp.

Clara’s eyes, glazed with pleasure, fluttered open. Parker guided his cock...