“That’s barely scratching the itch, you idiots, more, I need more, your cocks aren’t enough alone, force both in my pussy, stretch it wider, fill me completely,” I snarled, the craving turning me feral, voice rough with demand, their faces paling with terror even as their cocks twitched back to life.

  “Both? In your cunt? Fuck, Lucy, that’ll tear you up, you’re already wrecked,” Murphy stammered, but his hands trembled with excitement as he positioned himself again, sliding in slow, then Scott pressing beside him, the heads both nudging my entrance, forcing inch by inch, the burn intense, my pussy protesting with a deep ache but yielding, walls clamping down...