Page 122 of Crushing Clover

When he pulled out, it was too fast, even though I wanted him out. I thought he was trying to get away from me, but then Rush groaned.

“Ugh. There’s something about seeing cum squeezing out of her little abused asshole that makes me so fucking hard.”

“Zoom in.”

“Oh, I’m zoomed in.”

I frowned down at Lucky, who was smiling back up at me with a lazy, self-satisfied grin.

Of course they were done, and I was desperate to come. Fucking jerks.

“Here.” One of them wiped away some of the cum dripping from my ass. I moved to get off of Lucky, but he held me down. His cock was still stiff inside me.

“You still hard, Luck?” Rush demanded.

“When am I not?”

“Good. Hold her still.”

“What?” I yelped. “No, Rush, I’m too sore!”

“I’ll be careful, and they’ve got you all lubed up for me.”

“Please, sir!”

“Don’t you want to come?”

Fuck. Fuck him, and his fucking insight.

“Yes, sir.”

“Then be a good girl, and we’ll make sure you get what you need.” He took Saint’s place behind me, and I grimaced down at Lucky.

“Whyyy?” I complained.

“Because it feels fucking amazing.”

“Maybe for you.”

I braced myself for Rush to push into my ass, but the thick head of his cock slid lower. Did the man need glasses?

“That’s not my ass,” I said, trying to be helpful.

“See? She really is starting to enjoy anal,” Saint said with a chuckle. “She’s about to draw you a map.”

“I want her pussy,” Rush replied. “You still recording?”

“You’ll have to wait for me to pull out,” Lucky said, shifting me higher.

Thank fuck, Rush wasn’t planning to fuck my ass. It felt like someone had set off a firecracker in there.

“I think she can take us both.” Rush lined his cock up with Lucky’s and tried to nudge into my pussy, too.

“No! That’s not even possible.” I tried to struggle away, but they held me still. I felt faint.

“Fuck, it’s hard to get a good shot of this,” Saint warned.

Rush angled his body differently, but I couldn’t tell if it was to get into my pussy, or to give the camera a better angle.

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