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How did we get here?

I don’t want to question it. This is every dream I’ve ever had come true. Between the four of them, I feel the safest and most loved I have ever felt in my life.

This moment is everything. It is what we need to cement that we are truly doing this thing. There’s no going back now.

The five of us are together. We can make this work. We are making this work.

I moan again around Liam.

“She’s such a good fucking girl. Watching her blow Liam like that is sexy as fuck,” Santi murmurs.

“That’s because she’s a whore who knows what she wants. She wants dick. Isn’t that right? One dick isn’t good enough. You need them all,” Ezra responds.

The way they are volleying back and forth is too much. It’s like Santi builds me up to watch Ezra tear me down. It’s so dark and delicious. I want more.

If my mouth wasn’t stuffed, I’d tell them that, but alas, I can’t.

Instead, I try and gyrate my body against them to let them know I’m loving this. My body is coiled so tight that when I finally come, it surprises me.

“She’s gushing, man,” Ezra murmurs.

“I can feel it. Her entire body is convulsing. She’s coming hard,” Santi responds.

“God,” Liam cries, his dick lodged in my throat, cutting off my air. “She’s swallowing my dick.”

I desperately try to get air, but I can’t. I can’t move my body either.

When Liam starts to jerk in my throat, spilling his seed, all I can do is sit there taking it while Santi and Ezra continue to use my spent body.

My vision grows dark.

After several minutes of darkness, my ears start to clear.

“Did I kill her?” Liam asks, still moaning.

“Nah. She’s breathing. Her body is still clenching against us. She’s just a little spent,” Ezra answers him.

My eyes slowly open. What I see is something I will never forget.

Liam is bent over, his hands on either side of Ezra’s shoulders. Drake is slamming into him so hard we can hear the smacking of skin.

Ezra has his eyes closed while Santi has taken control of the pace, moving me among their dicks as if I was a pocket pussy.

“There she is,” Ezra murmurs, his eyes at half-mast.

“Oh god,” I moan out, my body arching as another orgasm hits me.

“We need to come soon, or we are going to lose her again,” Ezra tells Santi.

Santi nods, upping his pace. “Milk my dick, Aurora. I need to feel it one more time.”

“Take his cum from him. You know you want it,” Ezra whispers to me.

His words set me off, my body giving them everything I have left.

Ezra follows me, his dick twitching inside me.

Santi isn’t far behind him.

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