Page 128 of Vegas Daddies

“Let me feel.” I watch Match step forward next. His finger joins Lifesaver’s, and then a moan ripples out of his open mouth. “Oh, fuck. We could just slide right in.”

It’s not long before all three of their fingers circle my pussy, each one moving in a different direction to stimulate me in various ways.

Sweat beads down my forehead.

I can’t hold back the moans anymore.

Let them ripple out into the desert.

“Oh my god.” I grab the bike handle, cheek pressed into the seat. “I need all three of you inside.”

Watching their faces in the rearview mirror doubles my arousal even more. “Please. You’re gonna make me come if you carry on like this, and I don’t want to yet.”

“Have you been wearing the butt plug for us, darling?” Brander’s finger slides to my second hole. Gently, he rubs the area. “You have, haven’t you?”

An “uh-huh,” is all I can manage. The arousal has rendered me speechless. I’m as good as a fucking rag doll, legs splayed over the back of the bike seat. Ass pointing toward the sky.

Slap!

Lifesaver spanks my ass cheek, then dips his head to plant a kiss to each one.

“I want to be buried between these beautiful globes” His hands squeeze each one. “Is that okay, sweetheart? Are you sure you want all of us at the same time?”

Is he fucking kidding?

It’s like my life has been leading up to this one experience.

“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I arch my back even more. I blame this kinky shit on pregnancy hormones. They warn you in books and in TV shows, but nothing prepares you for the real thing. “One of you get up here. My mouth has been without one of your dicks for far too long.”

Match’s reflection leaves the rearview mirror. He joins me at the bike. Multiple buckles ring at once as all three of them release themselves from their pants. Their dicks shine golden in the morning light. Life doesn’t get better than this.

Except it does, because I’m having their baby.

I open my mouth and receive Match. His dick fits perfectly into my mouth, and I pepper kisses along his length when my jaw aches and needs a short rest.

Next, Brander thrusts into my pussy.

My entire fucking soul parts around his length.

After one deep thrust, he begins to slide in and out, the satisfying drag of him against my walls almost knocking me unconscious. I grab the motorcycle handle again, and squeeze my other hand around Match’s.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Lifesaver says. I force my eyes back up to the rearview mirror because I don’t want to miss this. “I’m gonna take it nice and slow. Brander, let’s both go at the same pace. It’ll make it more pleasurable for her.”

Lifesaver taps the tip of his cock against my second hole.

Then he’s leaning down.

Spitting onto the area.

The sensation flips something inside of my stomach when he begins to rub the area.

He strokes his dick for a few moments, then throws a leg up over the motorcycle so he can reach my ass with Brander still inside me.

Then, slowly, he begins to enter.

“Good girl.” Match’s second hand strokes the back of my head. “You’re doing so well, sweetness.”

“Look at you.” Arousal fogs Brander’s eyes so much they almost look black. “So wet and open for us.” He withdraws his dick for a moment to rub his hand along my pussy, thumb fluttering against my clit, then bring his fingers to his mouth. “You taste better than cake.”

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