5: Dasha.

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Clement’s hand moves in my peripheral vision, sliding up and down his swollen girth. “Can’t be easy to stretch that little mouth, but she’s trying for our sake.”

“Fuck yeah,” Nicholas rasps, holding my head steady and thrusting deep. “Trying real hard. Sucking on it like she’s already got a taste for come.”

“She will.” Clement guides himself to my lips and Nicholas pops out with a groan, allowing himself to be replaced. “Motherfucker,” groans Clement, sliding into my mouth until he hits my throat, making me choke. “Call me sick, but I love the way those wisdom teeth scrape on my cock a little.”

“Hell, I’m sick then, too,” Nicholas says, reaching down to capture my breasts. “Paired up with these B-cup titties, we’re going straight to hell.”

“Not before I come down her throat.”

Nicholas groans, his hand blurring on his arousal. “You close, man?”

“Christ, yes. She’s sucking on my cock like a champ.”

I sense a solid wall of reluctance in Nicholas, but the f