I dropped.

The carpet was rough against my skin. They circled—cocks out, hard, different shapes, different thicknesses. Ethan stayed behind me—guiding.

“Open.”

I did.

The first cock—thick, veiny—slid past my lips. I sucked—slow, deep—tongue flat under the shaft. He groaned. Another stepped up—longer, curved—brushed my cheek. I turned, took him too—alternating, spit stringing between mouths, jaw already aching sweet.

Ethan knelt behind me—fingers in my cunt, curling slow. “Good girl. Get them ready for your holes.”

They didn’t rush.

They took turns feeding me—deep, slow, making me gag softly, tears leaking, mascara smudging. Spit ran down my chin, dripped onto my tits. Someone pinched my nipples—hard—until I moaned around cock....