Page 120 of Savage Daddies

Bullwhip smacks her ass, and the recoil does something to my dick that no woman has managed to do before—not even Sheila. Words can’t describe it. The feeling is too intense. This level of horniness is too great. My knees buckle, and I lean against the wall to gather strength.

Her hard pink nipples…

The squelching sounds coming from her dripping wet pussy as Bullwhip fucks her…

It’s overwhelming.

I could go into cardiac arrest.

“You need to hurry up,” I urge Bullwhip. “I can’t wait.”

“Tough luck. I got here first.”

I pain myself even more by looking at her pussy. The way it accommodates his size is phenomenal, and it spreads out like a flower coming into bloom to receive his penetration.

Before, I thought my arousal was down to the high-risk situations we put ourselves in around Zoe. It was the bathroom first. Then it was Felix’s mansion.

But I think back to the masquerade. There we were safe, in our own little bubble.

And I was still just as fucking horny then.

“I’m gonna come,” moans Zoe.

“Let’s do it together, sweetheart.” Bullwhip adjusts her grip on her. One hand comes to rest on her hip, and the second palms the wall. The rhythm becomes erratic as he pounds into her with what little energy he has left.

“Inside!” she commands. “Don’t pull out.”

Bullwhip gives one last thrust, and then releases.

Zoe’s satisfied moan fills the air.

Then, “Who’s next?”

I rush in as second place.

“Over the kitchen counter,” she demands.

I grab her hand and we cross the room together. Zoe bends over the counter when we arrive, and extends her hands over the surface.

I raise her ass to plunge a finger into her pussy. We could fill a bucket with her wetness and survive a drought.

“You’re so fucking wet, princess.” I part her folds and locate her hole, then line myself up with her and plunge in.

Her walls grab me instantly.

“That’s it.” I twirl her hair, pull it taut. “Arch your back for me, sweetheart. Let me feel more of you.”

She does. And I venture deeper.

Her breath hitches again. “That feels so…”

Poet rushes to join the action, stroking a finger over her clit.

Her screams fill the air.

“We should see,” says Bullwhip, redressed in leather pants, “how many times we can make our darling come tonight.”

“Three, at least,” says Poet.

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