Perfect Latina Wasn’t Ready For This

The blue bikini was small against my skin, white socks pulled up to my knees, my hair in pigtails with white bows as I waited on the grey sheets. I looked innocent, sitting on the edge of the mattress when I heard the knock. When I opened the door to find both of them there—two shadows filling my doorway—I moved back and let them in without speaking.<br><br>They entered quiet, four hands immediately on me, mouths on my throat and collarbone. I gasped when fingers pushed under my blue bikini, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. They knew. The white socks slid down my calves as they pushed me onto the grey sheets, my pigtails falling out.<br><br>I ended up on my stomach, face down in the pillow, ass up while one drove into me from behind. The other offered himself to my mouth, and I took him because I wanted to be full everywhere. They used me like that, passing me back and forth, my blue bikini torn and twisted, white socks pooling around my ankles, my body their

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