again, lifted me back onto my feet while Marcus stayed buried in my throat, and slid into my pussy from behind in one slick thrust.

They found the rhythm immediately.

Marcus pulling my head forward onto his cock until my throat convulsed, Jake slamming into my pussy until my tits bounced painfully against the island edge. Forwardgagging. Backfilled. Forwardgagging. Backruined.

Drool poured down my chin, mixed with tears, dripped onto the marble in shiny puddles. My moans were muffled, wet, desperate around Marcus’s shaft every time Jake bottomed out.

Ryan kept filming, zooming in on my stretched lips, my glazed eyes, the way Jake’s cock came out glossy and shoved...