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Marcus was already tongue-deep, devouring her cunt like a meal and making her body writhe underneath him.

“Dean, please.” She begged between moans, and I gave her exactly what she asked for, sliding myself between her soft lips.

I admired the way my cock filled her throat, the bulge visible in her position with every inch of me that she swallowed down.

After a few slow and relaxed thrusts, Marcus started laughing, and I looked up to see him licking his lips, which glistened in the dim lighting of the room.

“Dude, she’s already fucking clenching. Our girl was ready before we even started.”

“More fun for her then,” I teased, leaning my body over her face to massage one of her perfect breasts with my palm, still rolling my hips and slowly fucking her hot mouth. “Come for Marcus, darling… scream around my cock, and then let us fill you until you can’t hold anything more between those perfect fucking thighs.”

Madison whimpered a moan when I pinched her hard nipple, twisting it between my fingers while Marcus finished her off.

From the corner of my eye, I could see her thighs tense around his head, one of her hands releasing the back of my thigh to pull at his hair.

I quickly removed my cock from her mouth as she arched off the bed, allowing her to breathe and cry out her climax. Madison’s sweet fucking sounds reverberated off the walls like a symphony of sex.

“Marcus, you good?”

“What kind of fucking question is that?” He laughed.

“Just making sure.”

As she writhed on the bed, catching her breath, I gripped the back of Madison’s shoulders, roughly repositioning her by flipping her onto her stomach with her head buried in the pillows.

Marcus backed off the bed, more than pleased with how hard she came for him, still licking his lips to savor her.

I pulled Madison’s hips up to meet mine, sliding my shaft between her thighs and coating it in her cum before lining it up with her swollen entrance.

Madison bowed her back, pushing her pussy outward for me as she fisted the sheets with her hands stretched out over her head.

“Dean,” Madison growled with passion into the pillows, pushing her ass further back, trying to force me into her needy pussy.

“She’s fucking greedy tonight.” Marcus snickered over my shoulder, crossing his arms over his chest as he admired the view.

“You getting in on this?” I offered, giving her ass a firm smack as she pressed even harder, practically begging to be fucked.

“I want to see that pussy flow like a river tonight; I’ll take her right after.” Marcus licked his lips with a smug smile as he leaned back against the wall, focusing entirely on her.

Madison whimpered, looking up at me with burning, pleading eyes.

“I hope you’re ready to be fucked raw tonight, Mads, and to be well acquainted with Dean’s cock and mine by the end of it.”

As I slid myself inside of her, I groaned with deep satisfaction. Feeling her tight walls clenching around me as I started to thrust in and out.

She gasped when my dick hit her cervix, her body tensing from the sudden shock before relaxing once again.

I gripped her hips firmly, digging my fingers into them as I quickened my thrusts. Fucking her harder and faster, as rough as I could get without hurting her.

Madison met my pace, pushing back against me for more, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.

“Fuck… Yes… Dean. Make me come with you. Give me everything.” The pillow and sheets muffled her whimpered moans and pants of pleasure, but I heard every single word.

My breaths had turned into heavy grunts as I felt my balls tighten the harder I pushed, sweat dripping off my brow and down my chest as I fought to hold myself back, not wanting this to end, savoring how good she felt, squeezing me like a tight, loving fucking vice.

Unable to restrain myself any longer, I came with a single hard slam deep inside her pussy, feeling the walls of her cunt spasm around my cock, milking every last drop of cum I had in me.

I collapsed forward, a fist on either side of her head as I leaned down and kissed the sweat that beaded down the back of her neck, working to control my breathing.