Rylan sank in deeper—slow, relentless—until his hips pressed flush against my ass. I was impossibly full. Stretched to the absolute limit. Every tiny shift made me feel them both: Jaxon thick and steady in my pussy, Rylan longer and curved, pressing against places I didn’t even know could feel like this.

I started shaking—full-body tremors I couldn’t control. My moans came out broken, filthy, half-sobbed.

They moved together then—shallow at first. Tiny rocks of their hips, barely pulling out before sliding back in. The drag was excruciatingly good. Every withdrawal left me clenching, every thrust pushed me higher.

“Jesus Christ,” Rylan groaned. “Feel how tight she is around both of...