Page 105 of Carnival Mayhem

Colt thrusts into me, his hips snapping forward, and a groan escapes my lips.

Flora releases my cock and trails her fingers up my thigh, their path ending where our bodies join. “Look at you, taking that big cock so well.”

I gasp, my vision blurring as Colt’s pierced dick presses my prostate, making my dick leak. Flora laps at the tip, just tasting me. She knows how to play this game and push all my buttons.

The force of each thrust takes my breath away, but it’s not enough. I want more. I crave Flora’s touch, her beautiful body pressed against mine.

Her pretty eyes are locked on my cock, while Colt claims my ass. “It would be a shame to waste this beautiful hard cock,” she purrs, her voice laced with need. “I’m going to ride it.”

She sheds her clothes, revealing her stunning body. The sight of her sends even more blood pumping to my cock, making it ache for her.

Flora climbs onto me, breasts bouncing as she lines herself up with my dick. Her eyes glitter with desire as she sinks down, taking me inside her.

“Shit,” I breathe, the sensation overwhelming.

Colt continues his relentless thrusts. Flora rides me fast, her hair a golden halo around her face.

They move in sync, their rhythm perfect. Each thrust from Colt sends me deeper into Flora.

I attempt to roll my hips to guide our rhythm, but Colt’s grip is absolute. ‘No,’ he says, his voice strained. ‘You follow our lead.’

Flora rides me hard, her walls squeezing me, milking me. “So good,” she moans, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I want to thrust up into her, but Colt keeps me in place, pounding into my ass.

Her eyes lock with mine, the hazel depths turning darker with arousal. “Ride my cock, baby,” I hear myself say, my voice thick with desire. “Ride it hard.”

Obeying my command, she sets a furious rhythm. “I love your cock,” Flora moans before kissing me passionately, our tongues tangling.

All the while, Colt nails me with each thrust. “Yes,” I breathe, my entire body on fire. “More, please. Both of you.”

I buck my hips, Colt’s dick sinking deeper than I believed possible as I plunge into Flora. “So fucking tight,” he growls. “Gonna breed that ass, make you mine.”

Flora’s nails dig into my chest as she moves with fierce determination. “Come for me, Nash. I want to be filled with your cum.”

Her words send me over the edge, and I shout her name as I explode inside her. White-hot pleasure courses through my veins, and my body convulses with each pulse.

Colt’s thrusts become erratic, his grip on my hips tightening. “I’m gonna fuck you so good. Fill that ass up and mark you as mine,” Colt growls, coming apart and shooting his cum into my ass.

The sensation pushes me higher, and I bite Flora’s lip, finding sweet relief as her blood fills my mouth.

“Nash!” Flora cries out, her inner walls gripping me as she reaches her peak. Her breasts press against my chest as shecollapses forward, her fingers digging into my chest. “Don’t stop,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

I thrust up into her, spurred on by her pleas. My cock pulses with aftershocks of pleasure, each one sending fresh spurts of cum deep inside her. I feel boneless, yet I continue to move, riding out our shared release.

Slowing to a stop, we pant, our chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath. Colt’s arms wrap around us, pulling us close, our sweaty bodies pressed together.

Colt’s lips press against my temple, his kiss tender. “That was fucking incredible,” he whispers. “I love you both so goddamn much.”

Flora’s fingers thread through my hair, her nails gently scraping my scalp. “I needed that,” she breathes, her lips brushing my cheek as she grazes my ear with her teeth. “I love you both.”

Colt and I share a look over her shoulder, our eyes locking in silent communication. The intensity of this moment hits me.

Sitting upright with Flora still in my lap, Colt leans down and kisses my lips fiercely.

Pulling back, I gaze at Flora, my heart feeling too big for my chest.

As if reading my mind, she says, “Don’t overthink.” She cups my cheek, her thumb brushing my stubble. “We’re all here together. You’re safe.”

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