Page 27 of Roman Petrov

“Fuck, your mouth is sinful,” Vlad groans.

I hear Roman grunt behind me. He presses down on my back, spreading my ass apart. I feel his warm spit run between my cheeks. I almost scream when his finger slides in slowly.

“You like it full?”

“Y-yes.” My words are muffled by Vlad’s cock.

“Good. Wait till you’ve got two of us fucking you.”

Blood thumps in my ears at the thought. I look up through my lashes at Vlad, he’s grinning at me.

Roman stiffens behind me, shouting out my name as he spills inside. As he pulls out, I feel his cum dripping down my legs. I squeal as he picks me up and tosses me down on my back on the bed, pushing open my knees, a fire in his eyes as he looks between my legs.

“Fuck, your pussy is overflowing. All swollen and pink.” He runs a hand over his jaw and looks to Vlad.

“Clean up my wife. Lick up every drop of me.”

Vlad scrambles onto his knees and positions himself between my thighs. I grab onto his hair as he feasts, but I don’t stop looking at Roman, who winks at me, stepping behind Vlad’s ass.

“Look at you both, being so fucking good for me.” He slaps Vlad’s hip and I feel him moan against my sensitive pussy. Helicks circles around my clit, before moving down and licking along my thighs.

“You taste so good,” Vlad says, looking up at me before twisting his head to Roman.

“Both of you do.” He continues and I tip my head back in pure bliss as he sucks on me.

Roman leans over him and pushes the back of Vlad’s head so he dives deeper into my pussy and I yell out as he sucks my clit.

“If you’re going to eat out my wife, do it properly. Make her scream.”

In the back of my head I’m imagining Roman’s mouth on me.

Roman steps around to the edge of the bed and sits up on his knees, his huge dick in my face.

“Suck me clean.”

Without hesitating, I give him the best blow job of my life. His hands circle around my throat and he squeezes.

“You’re so close aren’t you?”

I know he is, too. I can feel his thighs tensing. My legs start to shake next to Vlad’s head.

Without warning, Roman positions himself over my face, I tip my head back so his cock is back in my mouth. Holding up his weight with his arm, he starts to lick my clit as Vlad’s strong hands lifts my hips slightly and starts to fuck me with his tongue.

Holy fucking shit.

Both of them eat me like they’re starved, and Roman’s cock hits the back of my throat. My head starts to spin and my body erupts, I see stars as a violent climax tears through me.

I dig my nails into Roman’s ass and my hips buck on their own accord.

Before I can even catch my breath, Roman rolls off me and Vlad sits up on his knees. In my post-orgasm haze, I watch as Roman leans over and strokes Vlad’s cock. Positioning himselfnext to him, with his other hand he grabs his jaw and slams his lips over his.

“Fuck, my wife tastes so good on your tongue.”

I sit up on my knees, and join them, waiting for Roman’s command. I might not know much about this lifestyle, but I am picking up on the fact I only do as he says. It is so freeing, not having to think, just feel.

Roman threads his fingers through my hair and drags me to join their kiss. All three of our tongues mesh together, a mixture of mine and Roman’s taste, and our moans fill the room. I’m in the middle of two, huge, powerful men.

“Feel both of us, baby,” Roman mutters against my cheek.

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