Then he started thrusting, hard and steady, each pump making my breasts swing. Secundus moved to my front, grabbing my hair and guiding his cock back into my mouth. I sucked eagerly, tasting myself on him from earlier touches. The rhythm built—Marcus pounding my pussy, Secundus fucking my face. Spit and pussy juices leaked down my thighs.

Titus didn't wait long. He knelt behind Marcus, but no— he wanted my ass. I felt his hands on my cheeks, spreading them wide. 'Relax,' he said, spitting on my tight hole. I had some modern lube in a small pouch from my time jump—thank god it came with me. I passed it...