ZAYLA

Ziven’s grip tightened in my hair as he fucked my mouth deeper, his thick cock sliding over my tongue.

“Fuck— I’m close,” he growled, his voice rough. “Swallow every drop like the greedy cumslut you are.”

Zane kept pounding into me from behind, his cock stretching my pussy relentlessly, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing loudly.

Ziven suddenly thrust deep, holding my head still as his cock pulsed. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. It was salty, slightly bitter, with a musky taste that made my eyes water. I moaned around him, struggling to swallow as he kept pumping, filling my mouth until...