Sugar Daddies

by Jade West

I could feel them, two big dicks pressed tight, moving together as Rick began to thrust under me. I could hear their balls slapping, feel the pressure of two cocks grinding. It felt insane, insanely good. “We’re in,” Carl said. “Both of us. Good girl, good fucking girl.” I grinned, delirious. “Yes… oh yes…” He kissed me and I kissed him back, and I was no longer scared of Carl Brooks. I was crazy for Carl Brooks’ body. His cock. His brusqueness and his dry charm and his bossy manner. I was crazy for Carl Brooks. And I adored Rick. I adored the press of his lips to my cheek. I adored the way he held me tight as they fucked me, wrapped his arms around me and gripped me and kissed me and made me feel so special. It was painful, and brutal, and the noises were disgustingly wet and squelchy, but it was beautiful. It was oddly romantic. It was passionate. It was everything I’d ever dreamed. Carl broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rick’s and they smiled at each other. They kissed so tenderly that it took my breath, and I wrapped my arms around Carl’s neck and pulled him close.