Page 96 of Carnival Mayhem

Colt slicks up his cock and moves closer, his eyes fixed on Flora’s ass.

I hold my breath, savoring the feel of his dick sliding against mine.

The hot, tight squeeze of her body around both of us makes me groan. Flora cries out, her body tensing at the enormity of the sensations. Her cries of pleasure join Colt’s guttural groans.

The slide of Colt’s cock between the thin membrane against mine makes Flora’s pussy feel so damn tight. Colt’s teeth grit as he fights for control.

“Fuck, yes,” Colt grits out, his fingers digging into Flora’s soft flesh.

I lean forward, my lips close to her ear. “How does it feel, little bird?”

“Full,” she moans, tossing her head back. “Tight.”

Colt grunts in response, his cock pounding into her ass harder with our increased rhythm. As I rock into her, it slides her up his chest and his cock a few inches out of her. With each thrust forward, he grips her breast and throat, using that leverage to impale her onto him again.

Colt and I always find a perfect rhythm, slamming into her holes in tandem. We find our rhythm, moving as one. Her strangled moans fill the tent, echoing off the canvas, spurring us on.

Our thrusts become more urgent, our need building to a crescendo. Flora feels amazing, Colt’s cock rubbing against mine, making it almost impossible not to come apart.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Colt grunts, his hands sliding up her body to reclaim her breasts. “So fucking tight.”

I groan in agreement, leaning over her to find her mouth in a kiss. Her tongue duels with mine as I thrust into her. The slide of her body against mine is exquisite, torture and bliss all at once.

Colt bites the back of her neck, marking her like a fucking animal. My hands move to her ass, kneading the firm flesh, spreading her wide for him. She’s so fucking beautiful, so responsive, and her cries grow louder as we take her harder.

“You like being stuffed so full, don’t you?” Colt growls, his hips pistoning into her. “Bet you never thought two cocks inside you would feel so damn good.”

Fuck. It feels so good. My balls slap against Colt’s with each thrust. Her walls flutter around me, contracting and releasing, warning me she’s close.

“Come for us, little bird,” I groan, biting my lip as my orgasm threatens to overpower me.

“Let it take you,” Colt commands. “Give in to the fire we spark inside you.”

Flora’s breath catches, and her body stiffens. “I—I can’t,” she whimpers, her eyes squeezed shut. “It’s too much.”

Colt’s hand releases one of her thighs. Finding her clit he begins to rub. I watch him tease her with his fingers. Her skin gleams with sweat, and her muscles quiver with the effort of holding back, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

Her lack of obedience forces Colt to wrap his hand gently but firmly around Flora’s throat, leaving him nothing else to concentrate on. “When you come for us, baby, you breathe,” he growls.

Colt doesn’t let up, fingers dancing over her clit relentlessly. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Come on. Let go.”

Flora arches her back. “Fuck. Nash! Colt!” she cries both our names as she shatters violently into the first breath he allows her. It feels like I fucking died and went to heaven. Her muscles flutter and contract around me, making her already tight cunt strangle my cock so fucking good I nearly see stars. My hips stutter, and Colt growls as he loses control. The pulse of his cock throbbing against mine as he reaches his climax drives me insane.

“Fuck,” he grunts, his hips snapping forward one last time.

I keep thrusting into Flora, not wanting this moment to end, wanting to stay forever connected to her and Colt in this way, but my body betrays me, and I fly apart moments after Colt, filling her with my release as I bury myself deep.

For a moment, we stay in the same position with our bodies connected, breathing heavily. Colt’s hand finds my shoulder, his touch electric. In the dim light of the lanterns in the tent, his striking blue eyes glow as if on fire.

Colt breaks eye contact first and slides out of Flora slowly, and I follow suit, aware of her soft whimpers of protest. We shift into our preferred side-by-side cuddle with Flora between us.

I stretch out next to her, pulling her into my arms as she nuzzles into my chest. She mumbles something about needing tissues, and I chuckle, kissing her mussed hair. “I’ve got you, little bird.”

Colt hands me a box of tissues, and I wipe her gently, aware of her sensitive state. We remain quiet, our hearts slowing.

“That was...” Flora trails off, searching for the right words. “Incredible,” she finishes. “Really incredible.”

Colt nods. “Yeah. It was.”

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