Page 123 of Crushing Clover

“You’re too big!” I complained. “You’re both too big, and I don’t have a kink for whatever you’re thinking of doing!”

“Do you think we care, princess?” Lucky was grinning slyly. His hands were like iron on my thighs while Rush was trying to force his cock into the too-small space along with him. The two of them shifted, jockeying for room in my pussy and a better position.

“This looks easier in porn.”

“You should stop,” I begged, then yelped loudly as Rush managed to force his cock head in.

“I’m going to need a fucking splint after this,” Rush murmured. “She’s going to break my dick.”

“Why don’t you take turns!”

“You’re in,” Lucky encouraged. “Fuck, I love how you feel sliding up against me.”

Lucky pulled out partway, and I could feel cum squeezing out past his dick, which Rush immediately took advantage of. Slowly, Rush managed to work his way inside me too, and when they were both as deep as they could manage, one of them groaned. Shock made my head swim. It had actually worked.

It felt like they’d shoved a couple cans of spray paint up there.

“Let me see,” Saint insisted. He pushed Rush upright, and I wondered vaguely if the priority was his eyes, or the phone camera. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

Rush carefully started to move, and Lucky tilted his head back and swallowed.

“You going to make it?” Saint asked.

“No!” I whimpered, not caring that he probably wasn’t talking to me.

“No,” Lucky agreed. “But I’ll die happy. Fuck. We’re squeezed together so tight—”

Was this what birth felt like? Because wow, was Inotinterested in doing it for fun.

“She’s not loving this,” Saint said, coming around to zoom in on my expression.

Rush was moving though, and neither of the dicks inside me seemed to care what I or my pussy thought.

“Come on, Clover. I want to feel you come on our cocks,” Lucky murmured.

“I don’t think I can,” I said scowling. Impatiently, I wiped a hand across my eyes, trying to stem the flow of tears. It felt like I might split in half if I didn’t concentrate on keeping my body in one piece.

Lucky let go of my thighs and slid his hands up to my breasts. “I bet your clit is hard and throbbing for me right now,” he said, his voice like gravel. “Fuck, your nipples are so tight.” He cupped my breasts and pinched hard enough to send a wave of pleasure straight through to my pussy. My breath caught, and he gave me one of his lopsided smiles. “That’s right. Let yourself enjoy this.” His rolling fingers tightened, squeezing my nipples harder. I expected him to let go again, but he mauled them, hurting me on purpose. My eyes fell shut as my brain tried to sort out which pain was worse, but a tortured moan escaped me.

Rush’s cock popped out, and he swore. “Lucky, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be.”

“A good cowboy doesn’t blame his horse.”

“I’m not a fucking horse!” I gasped.

Rush jammed his dick back into my pussy, and I grunted in discomfort.

“Are you going to milk their cocks with that pretty pussy?” Saint got in my face with the phone.

“I can’t!”

“Quit being stubborn.” Saint smacked my face, but it was more of a vague threat than a punishment. I was shocked—insulted. My pussy fluttered at the mean look in his eye.

Rush pushed two fingers into my mouth and hooked them behind my teeth, like he was using my face for leverage, and Saint took that opportunity to spit in my mouth. It mostly dribbled out, sliding down Rush’s fingers.

“Do you like being a toy, Clover?” Saint demanded. “Such a smart, beautiful girl, but who cares when our fuckdoll has holes this tight?”

Lucky used his grip on my breasts to hold me still while he started to fuck me from below, his movements grinding against my clit. Rush’s thrusts were getting rougher, and I clung toLucky, whimpering and writhing, rubbing my clit against him more deliberately.

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