My Pussy Was Dripping Wet

The black lingerie was already digging into my skin when I heard the knock. I'd been waiting in the dark room for what felt like hours, just me and the white sheets and the smell of whatever cleaner I'd used that morning. When I opened the door, both of them were there—two shadows smelling of cigarettes and the cold outside. I didn't say anything. Just step aside and let them into my small space.<br><br>They were on me before I could think. Four hands, rough and urgent, pulling at the black lace while mouths found my throat and the curve of my shoulder. I moaned when fingers pushed under the lingerie, rough and insistent, finding how wet I already was. Embarrassingly so. One of them laughed against my neck, a low sound, while the other tore the straps aside like they were nothing.<br><br>I ended up on my stomach first, face down in the pillow, ass up while one drove into me from behind. The other moved around, knelt near my head, and I took him in my mouth because I wanted to be full e

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