She falters, collapsing on my chest. I thread my fingers through her hair at the back of her scalp, turning her face to the side and keeping my fingers planted deep in her mouth. Tristan grunts, pulls his thumb out, spits into her fluttering hole, and presses his middle finger into her virgin ass. She sobs and chokes, nails digging into my sides, but she doesn’t tap out. I give her head a shake. “I said suck my fingers, whore.”
