Page 36 of SummerTime Madness
“Yes.” She pokes out her ass gasping, “I need both of you.”
Fuck me.
Chase lets out a groan as he feeds her his fingers and then pulls them out, full of spit. I watch as he inserts the fingers into her ass–stretching the hole before placing a hard smack to her ass.
“She’s ready for you.” Chase breathes out as I line up to her ass and push in just the tip. Pressing slowly, careful not to hurt her, my dirty, little stepsister takes us both in–and she moans; the kind of sound that makes my skin shiver.
We move in sync, Chase rocking upwards as I drive in from behind until she’s filled from both ends, caged between us.
“You take us so well, baby,” I coo as I thrust into her. Chase hums in agreement. “Soo good, Cordy. You were made for us.”
That she was.
Her body takes it all.
Demands.
Commands it.
The cart sways–the island pulses with life beneath us.
Cordy throws her head back on my shoulder, and Chase’s hand snakes up her neck, holding her jaw.
“Look at me, Cordy.”
He makes her look at him as we both move, thrust for thrust, pleasure rolling through the three of us like a drug on its own.
“I can feel everything,” she cries as her body tightens.
“We got you, baby,” Chase reassures her, as I lean down, kissing the crook of her neck.
“We always got you, even when you run,” I add. She moans, causing my balls to tighten. I grip her hips tighter, my thighs shaking, the rhythm building. There’s nothing left but her.
Her voice.
Her heat.
Her body.
We are moving together–giving her everything. Lost in us–our bodies grinding in perfect rhythm as the music blasts and the wind tangles through her braids.
Then she comes hard.
Her body clenches around us, shuddering violently, and at the same exact moment, something ripples across the island below.
The lights flicker.
The bass drops.
A strange static hisses through the sound system, and I look down to see a few people stumbling below. Looking up, small particles dance in the wind; the kind that will make you think it’s some type of dust–unless you know what you’re looking at.
Spores.
My gaze moves to the vines that wrap around the ferris wheel as Chase’s grunts become deeper–his movements desperately rocking Cordelia into my cock. Then the vines shift.
Just a little.
What the fuck.
