Wasn’t mine. Cold dread washed over me. Gay porn Nathan’s cock speared deep, stretching, filling. There was only: The slap-slap-slap of skin, Dave’s fingers twisting in my hair, Nathan’s mouth swallowing my cock in single rough plunges that kept me hard, I choked. I arched, straining against the hands pinning me. Dave withdrew. I arched into it, a traitorous moan ripping free. “You love this,” he hissed, biting my ear. “C’mon you fuckin’—”Tires screeched like a cat in a bear trap as I peeled out. Every lift of my hips tore a groan from my throat as he jerked me in time. Clear?”No mistaking it, he’d have Connor drag me out back and dump me like trash if I argued. I managed a sloppy smirk. Took one step. Face met carpet. Wasn’t mine. Cold dread washed over me. My body arched off, tendons straining. Frail. No difference now.I was being double stuffed Something primal detonated in my chest, lust, thick as motor oil, smothering every protest. “You love this, don’t you?” Sam taunted from the shadows. Nathan’s “Yesss” tangled with my guttural “FUCK YES”as Sam fucked Nathan’s mouth like a glove. Sam and Dave had been my friends for years, always standing by me during tough times.
