Page 71 of Breakaway Daddies

“I need you,” she whispers, her voice breaking with desire. “All of you.”

We move in a synchronized rhythm that feels impossible yet natural. Thomas holds her from behind, his strong arms cradling her as Bruno positions himself between her thighs.

I watch her face transform with pleasure as he dives his thick cock straight into her, her lips parting in a silent gasp. When she reaches for me, pulling me toward her mouth, the circuit completes.

Bruno’s pace quickens under her as he watches us kiss, his hands gripping her hips with reverence. Thomas’s hands circle across her nipples, gently pulling and tugging on them with each pass. Then, Bruno pulls out, a smirk across his darkened face.

“Your turn,” he says to me.

Standing, I slip myself between her legs, my long cock rubbing against her wet pussy. I slide inside her with one smooth thrust, and she gasps against Bruno’s mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming—her warmth enveloping me completely. Thomas’s hands steady her trembling body, his lips against her neck, whispering words only she can hear.

“God, Jinx,” I groan, watching her eyes flutter closed as I begin to move.

Bruno kneels beside her head, stroking her hair tenderly as she reaches for him. The sight of her taking him into her mouth sends electricity down my spine.

We move together in perfect harmony, like we’re all parts of the same instrument playing a song only we know.

Thomas’s hands wander, one sliding between her legs where I’m buried inside her, his fingers circling that sensitive spot that makes her moan around Bruno. Her body tenses, and I feel her tightening around me.

“That’s it,” Bruno encourages, “come on that fat cock.”

She does as she’s told, and I almost come myself as I feel her tighten and ripple against me. My hands dig into her hips as I pull myself out, switching with Thomas, and we all grin as we watch her face as Thomas enters her, her head flopping backwards with ecstasy.

Bruno places his throbbing cock in her left hand as I kneel before her, letting her take me straight down her throat. The feeling of her tongue against my head as she sucks me off is almost too much, and I cradle her head as I feel myself getting close.

She pulls away, a teasing grin across her wet lips. “Not yet.”

She props herself up on her knees, pushing me down below her as she positions herself above me, her ass sitting on my dick. “I want you all to fuck me like this, reverse cowgirl. Think you can do it?”

We all nod, eager not to disappoint.

First up is me. I feel her take my dick in her soft hand, my cock twitching against her, and with a few attempts I feel myself slide deep into her ass, peeling her apart as she groans and sighs above me.

Slowly, I push up into her, pumping back and forth.

“Bruno, fuck my pussy,” she sighs, and I watch him mount her face to face.

I feel his thick cock enter her pussy pushing against me from the other side. His face contorts in pleasure, I feel myself quickening, burgeoning with pleasure.

Thomas stands over her, cupping her head as she sucks his dick, and the sound of her moans as she chokes on it is too much for me.

I grip her ass as I dump myself into her, filling up her tiny asshole. Bruno comes with me, filling up her tight pussy before giving it a light smack.

“Fuck, I love that pussy. The most beautiful pussy on earth,” he says with a grin.

We both watch as Thomas fucks her face, the sight enough to nearly make me come again, and with a devilish smile, she gently rubs her entrances, swirling us all together before taking a taste.

We’re all sprawled across her bed once more, our limbs intertwined in a mess of blankets and the warmth of each other’s skin. The gentle murmur of the heater fills the space, providing a soothing backdrop to our silence.

She’s nestled on her side, strands of hair clinging to her damp cheek, and a subtle smile plays at the corners of her lips.

Bruno is on the far side, his eyelids fluttering as he drifts into sleep. Thomas lies beside me, his fingers interlocked over his chest like he’s holding himself back from reaching out to her again.

Jinx clears her throat softly, breaking the stillness. “I think I need to go back to my routine,” she announces, her voice gentle yet unwavering, leaving no room for negotiation. “You guys should, too.”

The atmosphere shifts, like a gentle breeze passing through. Thomas blinks up at the ceiling, his eyes searching for answers in the plaster. Bruno remains silent, his breathing steady and slow.

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