He pushed—slow, relentless. The stretch burned bright, then melted into fullness so intense I saw stars. Both cocks buried deep, rubbing against each other inside me. They started moving—opposite thrusts at first, then together, deep and hard. I screamed—raw, unfiltered—clit grinding against Tattoos’ pelvis. The monitor showed it all: my hole stretched around two cocks, slick and gaping slightly each time they pulled back, my face contorted in pleasure-pain.

I came twice like that—once clenching so hard they both groaned, once squirting a little, clear fluid running down Tattoos’ balls. The camera caught the glisten.

They finished—one in my ass, one pulling out to cum on my stomach. I smeared...