Page 59 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Please!”

His next thrust feels like it goes straight into my womb.

I cry out, the closeness doing something to my body that I can’t get under control. The piercing grazes a sweet spot inside of me, the last bits of self-consciousness fading away. This has to be the greatest thing I have ever felt.

I shut my eyes, allowing my body to relax into Diesel’s.

A finger starts rubbing my clit, causing a new wave of pleasure to crash over me.

I scream.

“Good girl,” says Bishop, his British accent working through me.

I squint open an eye to find Cash at my breasts, sucking and teasing my nipples, pebbling them even harder. The sensation rushes to my clit, which is increasing in sensitivity.

“Oh my god! I feel…” The comment disperses into thin air. I have no intention of finishing the sentence because honestly, I don’t know how to explain this feeling. It’s like I’m on the cusp of orgasming. It feels like rubbing my own clit, but a thousand times better, because this time, the sensations are coming from both inside and out.

“I’m close,” Diesel huffs under his breath. I look up at him to find him gritting his teeth, hands clutching my hips to give him momentum. “Oh fuck.” He chokes out a moan. “Darling, I’m gonna?—”

The action speaks for him, hot liquid spilling out of his dick inside of me.

“Your cum feels so good,” I tell him.

That elicits a moan out of him.

“I’m glad it feels good,” says Bishop. “Because you’ve still got two more to go.”

“That’sifyou still want to continue,” Cash says.

“Are you crazy? Of course I do,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows to face them. I look between my legs as some of Diesel’s juices spill out.

He claimed me with a tattoo, but I feel more bound to him now that he’s come inside me.

“Alright.” Bishop tags in Cash. “You’re next, mate.”

I catch Cash staring at me with the same dark look in his eye as Diesel.

“Welcome to the start of the rest of your life, buddy,” Diesel says to Cash. He circles around me to give my breasts some attention, concentrating on the way they contort under his palms. “Oh, Melissa, there’s still so much I want to do to you.”

That makes my breath hitch even more.

Cash undresses, presenting a muscular physique. He doesn’t have as many tattoos as Diesel, but the ones he does have look just as interesting. Of course, I don’t know the meanings behind any of them—if they evenhavemeanings. All I know is that tattooed men drench my panties.

And now my wetness is transferring onto the table.

Cash yanks me forward to the end of the table. The force sends shivers all over my body, reminding me just how strong these men are. He spreads my legs and steps inside, a hand wrapped around his dick as he runs his tip through my folds, teasing himself.

And me.

His dick is the same impressive size of Diesel’s.

He knows exactly what to do with it too.

Cash plunges himself inside and starts driving his dick at an angle, his length caressing the same sweet spot that Diesel discovered.

“Oh my god.”

Diesel continues massaging my breasts, while Bishop releases his own dick.