Slow at first. Deliberate. Jake’s fist moved up and down Marcus’s shaft in long, firm pulls while Marcus did the same to him. Their breathing got heavier. Their eyes stayed on the scene in front of them—on me getting used from both ends.

“Fuck,” Jake muttered, voice hoarse as he watched Logan’s cock disappear into my throat again. “Look at her taking it. Logan’s got his cock buried in her throat while Tyler’s eating her pussy like he’s starving. And she’s loving every second of it.”

Marcus’s voice was lower, rougher, almost lazy with heat. “She’s dripping all over Tyler’s face. Can you see how wet she is? Every time...