They started moving together — slow and careful at first, finding a devastating rhythm. Every time Dom pulled back, Victor thrust in, keeping me constantly, impossibly full. The wet, obscene sounds of two cocks fucking one pussy filled the room — loud, filthy, and wet, the squelching louder than anything I’d ever heard. My juices were dripping down my thighs in messy rivulets, coating their shafts and balls with every thrust.

“Listen to that sloppy cunt,” Dom growled, thrusting up hard into me from below. “Taking two cocks like she was born for it. You’re such a perfect little whore, Zoya. Your husband could never satisfy you like this. He...