“What do you say, Samantha,” Cole grinds. “Please.” “Wrong.” Another slap to my ass, and the guys become even wilder. Alec’s grip on me is going to leave a mark, and I’m clawing the arm of the chair because Reed and Jace are fighting for my mouth. They’re trying to fill it as spit gathers around the tips. “Oh fuck. That’s it, you fucking whore. Suck us both. You want to swallow that cum, sunshine.” Cole’s hand lands on my ass, again and again, fucking me harder and harder. I’m screaming around Reed’s cock, and Jace tugs his shaft in front of my face. We feel unleashed and unrestrained.
