My body goes slack, but Tristan pulls my hair out of my face, fisting it, rising up on his knees, his cock already erect again. I whine when I understand what he wants, but the thought of how they’re using me is so fucking hot. He slaps my cheek with his heavy cock. “Open,” he growls. I whimper, resisting, pushing him—pushing them both. Jameson is slowly sawing me in half, working his way deeper and deeper. A slap rings out, and a second later, the pain registers on my ass cheek and I cry out. “Be a good girl, Alice.”
