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“Whose cock do you want?” he asks, looking between us both. We’re both hard as can be, pre-cum pooling from our swollen heads as we desperately wait for the touch we crave.

“Both, please, Sir,” Indie replies, and this time I can’t hold back the groan that slips out.

Could this girl get any more fucking perfect?

Miles chuckles when he hears the noise I make, looking over at me with fire burning in his eyes, making my skin prickle with anticipation. With slow, deliberate movements, he makes sure both me and Indie are watching as he reaches over and grabs hold of my cock, wrapping his fingers around my shaft.

Once he has me in his grasp, I let out a soft whimper when he squeezes, just hard enough to ease some of the throbbing that’s starting to feel overwhelming.

My dick isn’t small, and when Indie has her tiny fingers wrapped around it, my shaft looks even bigger. Yet in Miles’ large hand, it only makes me feel consumed. Like he’s able to touch more of me than anyone else, and the warmth from his hand feels fucking amazing.

As he slowly works his hand up and down my shaft, I ball my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching over and touching him, too. My head rolls until I’m resting on the back of the sofa, my eyes drifting closed as I lose myself in the sensation of him stroking me.

When I hear gagging, my eyes spring open and I turn my head just enough to see Miles’ hand on the back of Indie’s head, his fist holding a handful of her hair as he pushes her down onto his length.

Indie’s mouth is stretched open as she bobs up and down on his cock, gagging and spluttering as he pushes himself further into her throat. Miles’ deep grunts mix with my soft moans as he continues to pump my shaft in time with the way Indie swallows him.

Every time she takes him deep in her throat, choking on his length, his grip on my cock tightens to the point it’s almost painful, and my balls throb as a whimper escapes my lips.

With one hand on Indie’s head, forcing her to maintain a relentless rhythm, Miles replicates the same movement with his hand on my dick, drawing pleasure from me with every stroke.

My skin prickles and my nerves are like livewires as I chase the pleasure he’s giving me. I don’t take my eyes off Indie, not even for a second, as I watch her gag and splutter around Miles’ big cock.

She has tears streaming down her face, with spittle running from the corners of her mouth, which is stretched wider than I thought possible. She manages to take him deep enough that her nose is buried in the small patch of hair above his cock, and I watch in amazement as her swollen throat swallows around him.

Miles groans loudly as he rocks his hips, cutting off the last of her oxygen. Her cheeks begin to turn red, her eyes growing wide as Miles’ hand on the back of her head prevents her from pulling away.

Her hands that were resting on his thighs now curl into fists, and her eyes widen as panic sets in. Miles doesn’t relent on either of us, his rhythm never altering as he continues to stroke me, edging me closer to the release I can feel building.

After a few more seconds, Indie has tears streaming down her face, and she tries to pull away, looking panicked, but Miles just holds her there. “Be a good girl. Breathe through your nose, you can do it. Trust me.” Miles’ deep voice makes my stomach flutter, and Indie follows his instructions.

She doesn’t look as panicked as she tries to breathe through her nose, and though she still appears tense, it’s nowhere near as much as before. She trusts Miles, and that’s more than clear as she lets him take control of the very air she breathes.

It doesn’t take long before he pulls her head off his cock, and Indie wastes no time drawing in ragged breaths, coughing as she wipes away the tears and spittle covering her face.

With his fist still in her hair, Miles pulls Indie up as he leans down, slamming their lips together as he kisses her with a passion. I groan as he lets go of my cock to put all of his effort into kissing Indie.

When he pulls back, he smiles at her, looking at her with something that can only be described as awe. “I’m so fucking proud of you. You took my dick like a good little whore. Did you enjoy having me deep in your throat?”

Indie nods, and when she speaks, the hoarseness in her voice reflects the fact she’s had an eight-inch cock fucking her throat for the last few minutes. “It was a little scary when I thought I couldn’t breathe, but when you told me to trust you, I knew I did.”

Miles then turns to me, a wicked smile on his face as he says, “Did our dirty girl enjoy having a cock deep in her throat?”

I don’t need any further instructions to know what he’s implying. I reach over and lift Indie until she’s sitting on myknee, her back to my chest. I put her legs on either side of mine, spreading them wide as I tilt her at just the right angle to show off her glistening pussy.

Miles leans closer as I wrap one arm around her waist, holding her in place, whilst I drop my other hand to her folds. I swipe one finger through her slit, groaning when I feel how soaked she is.

Then I add a second finger, making sure to get them as wet as I can before I pull my hand away. Keeping Indie tight against my chest, I fix my gaze on Miles as I lift my hand in between us, letting him see the juices that are coating my digits.

“She’s fucking soaked,” I tell him, my voice husky as desire sweeps through me.

Miles leans over and wraps his lips around my fingers, using his tongue to clean off all of Indie’s juices as both Indie and I moan. She wriggles on my lap, sliding her arse over my pulsing cock, and it takes every bit of self-control not to move her where I can easily slide inside.

As Miles pulls his mouth away, licking his lips for good measure, his dark gaze rakes over us, making me shiver with excitement. He says nothing as he shuffles to the other end of the sofa, before lying down so his back is resting on the arm of the sofa, his legs almost touching me.

His hard length bobs against his lower stomach, while his abs tighten and become more pronounced with every movement. Once he’s in position, lounging back against the edge of the sofa, his smirk turns wicked.

“Indie, why don’t you be a good girl and crawl over here, so you can sit on my cock,” he instructs, his low voice sending a shiver down my spine.