Page 118 of Silver Fox Daddies

He follows, emptying himself deep inside of me.

I catch my breath, eyeing Diesel. Two down, one to go…

“I suspect you’ll be tired by now, darling,” he says cautiously.

“Tired? I’m only just coming into my peak.”

Diesel keeps his distance, but I see the erection hard and horizontal out in front of him, the piercing catching the spotlight of moonlight that shines in through the window. “Don’t feel like you have to do this just because I’m?—”

I don’t have time to reply, my body too hungry for his dick. I shuffle to the foot of the bed and wrap both hands around Diesel’s length, examining him. He is rock-hard.

I stroke his balls and the most pleasant moan escapes his mouth, the sound deep and throaty.

“Pleasuring you pleasures me.” I look up at him, knelt down over his dick. He knows what I’m about to do so he restrains himself, chest rising and falling at a faster rate.

I take him into my mouth, or at least as much of him as possible.

He gasps, that deep, throaty moan filling the room again.

“I could come for you right this second,” he says, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Don’t come yet. I want you to fuck me first.”

I’m pushed back onto the bed. I land with a gasp, excitement weaving through me from the brute force. I like being thrown around the bedroom.

I like it when they use my body however they want to.

“Lift up her legs,” Diesel instructs the other two as he gets ready to enter me.

Cash and Bishop each take an ankle, opening my legs and bringing them up over my head and out of the way.

“Perfect,” says Diesel, taking me in.

I spasm when he lightly stimulates my clit, his hand moving over the nub gently, just the way he knows I like. “My precious darling,” he says under his breath. “Sometimes, I think I wasborn to be inside of your pussy.” He sticks his finger in my hole, moving it around. “Nice and wet for me. Tight too.”

“She’s so incredibly tight,” Bishop agrees.

“Our beautiful girl.” Cash smooths his hands over my torso, then up over my chest.

I watch as Diesel inserts his dick, the length disappearing inside of me. When all of him is in, I feel the piercing graze something up inside—it must be my G-spot.

I cry out loud before he can even start thrusting.

“How does that feel, baby?” Diesel surveys my flustered face.

“I feel like I could come already.”

“Hold that thought. Let me be inside your body for a while first.” He begins slowly, restraining himself from going faster, dick thrusting in and out of me at regular intervals. “That’s it, darling, keep watching. Do you see how well your pussy takes me?” He withdraws and then sinks himself back inside to demonstrate. “Seamless.” He adds his finger, stroking my inner folds.

“She’s very wet.” Cash adds his finger, scooping up some of my juices to taste them on his tongue.

Bishop copies him, sucking his finger too.

Cash and Bishop stand aside to admire me, heads tilted as they drink me in. “She’s creaming for him.”

I can barely breathe, the air stuck in my throat. A thick coat of sweat coats my entire body, transferring onto the bed sheets. Diesel has developed one too, sweat droplets dripping from his high brow bone, landing on my body.

His piercing grazes my G-spot again.