Page 88 of Carnival Mayhem

His back arches, and he lets out a low groan, his head dropping forward. I pause, giving him a moment to adjust. “You okay, baby?”

He nods, his breath hitching. “Move, Colt. I need you to move.”

I chuckle, my body on fire as I begin to thrust, finding a steady rhythm. I look down at him, loving the way he takes me. “So fucking tight. Such a good boy. Taking my cock like a champ.”

Flora watches us, her eyes shining with desire. “Fill our boy up, Colt. Give it to him.”

I obey, my movements becoming more urgent. “Your ass fits me like a tight glove, one made to sheath my cock, to milk me dry,” I grit out, my hands digging into his hips. “Gonna breed our boy.”

Nash groans, his fingers digging into Flora’s thighs as he moves again, his body working to accommodate both of us. “Fuck, yes, Colt. Breed my hole while I fuck our girl.”

Nash plunges into Flora again, his pace frantic now. His body works between us, his face buried in the curve of Flora’s neck. She moans, her arms wrapping around him as he thrusts, her nails raking down his back.

I grip his hips, guiding my cock into him with forceful thrusts. He groans, his body clenching around me. I lean over, my mouth finding his ear. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Yeah.” His voice is strangled, his hips moving back to meet my thrusts.

Flora’s hands move between them, her fingers seeking out her clit. “Feels so good, Nash. Harder, please.”

He growls, his body tensing as he drives into her. “Take it, baby. Take my cock.”

I lean forward, my lips brushing his ear. “Wish I could see your face.”

Nash grunts, his head lifting as he looks back at me over his shoulder, his eyes dark with lust. “Like this?” he asks.

“Perfect,” I murmur before leaning closer and kissing him messily.

Flora’s breathing comes in sharp pants. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen. “I’m close,” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

Nash’s hips move faster, his body slick with sweat as he pounds into her. “Come for us, baby.”

She bites her lip, her hips arching off the bed as she comes.

“That’s it, baby. So fucking beautiful,” Nash groans.

I thrust into Nash, my hands gripping his slender hips as I mark my territory. “You like watching her come, Nash? I want you to join her. Breed her cunt while I breed this tight ass.”

He groans, his back arching as he fucks her through her climax. “I don’t want it to end.”

Flora’s eyes shine as she looks up at him. “Me either.”

He growls, his hips stuttering as he buries himself in her heat. He reaches between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit. “Then we’ll do it again. I want to feel you come all over my cock a second time.”

She whimpers, her head tossing back and forth as her hips move with his hand. “Yes, Nash. Please.”

I grin, my pace matching his. Our skin slaps together, the sounds filling the room, mixing with our grunts and moans. Nash’s body is slick with sweat now, his muscles gleaming in the dim light.

I reach around, my hand finding his cock where it slides in and out of Flora’s wetness. He groans, his head dropping as I palm his balls. “Such a good boy. I want to feel you come while you get your ass fucked hard.”

His back arches as he loses control. His balls pulse in my hand, his cum painting Flora’s insides. That alone makes Flora fall apart again, her cries filling the room.

I grin, my pace becoming more urgent. “You want my cum, Nash? Bet that tight ass of yours craves it, fucking needs it.”

“Yes, I crave your cum,” Nash groans. “I need it dripping out of me, marking my ass as yours and yours alone.”

I can’t hold back any longer, my hips moving frantically as I lose myself in the feel of him. I bury myself deep, my cum filling him as I grit out, “Fuck! Nash!”

He groans, his body shaking.

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