Fynn pushes into me, steering my core to hover over Cayden’s hip. Cayden is holding his cock perfectly for Fynn to make me impale myself on him.

Wrapping my arms around Fynn’s neck behind me, I scream in pleasure as they fill me.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I scream as Fynn starts lifting me up and down on his brother’s cock while moving in and out of me as well.

My chest squeezes, my throat getting stuffed as a strange feeling expands from my core, spreading through my body.

They allow me to adjust to them perfectly by moving slowly and I fight the urge to beg for them to go...