Impossible Fullness

Damian doesn’t answer right away. He just stares at me for a long second, then at Wyatt, then back to me. His hand slides down my back, until his palm cups one ass cheek and squeezes hard enough to make me gasp.

“Together,” he repeats, tasting the word. His c**k twitches against my thigh. “Both of us inside her at the same time. Stretching that tight little p***y until she can’t breathe right.”