Her body arched backward as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, her cries muffled by her own fingers pressed against her mouth. The sensation of being used and owned was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, filling her with a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration.

As they drove deeper inside her, she could feel herself losing control, giving in to the intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her body tensed and quivered as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her cries escaped in broken gasps around her fingers, muffled but no less intense. The sensation of being filled by two men at once was enough to push her over the edge, driving her higher and higher into a mindless haze of pleasure.

Her hips bucked wildly against their thrusts, urging them deeper still as she lost control entirely.

Her body arched backward as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm, her cries muffled by her own fingers pressed against her mouth. The sensation of being used and owned was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, filling her with a strange mixture of shame and exhilaration.

As they drove deeper inside her, she could feel herself losing control, giving in to the intense pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Her body tensed and quivered as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her cries escaped in broken gasps around her fingers, muffled but no less intense. The sensation of being filled by two men at once was enough to push her over the edge, driving her higher and higher into a mindless haze of pleasure.

Her hips bucked wildly against their thrusts, urging them deeper still as she lost control entirely.

Her moans echoed through the locker room as she continued to pleasure him with her mouth, her tongue dancing over his shaft and the sensitive head. The taste of him drove her wild, making her wetter than ever before. She could feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, her hips beginning to move instinctively in time with her ministrations.

"Art..." she whimpered around his cock, her voice thick with need and desire. "Please... I need you inside me."

Her pleas echoed through the locker room as she felt him grip her hair tightly, guiding his cock towards her wet entrance. She bit back a moan of anticipation, feeling the head of his cock press against her opening. With a shaky breath, she parted her legs further and pushed up onto her tiptoes, welcoming him inside with a soft whimper.

Her eyes locked on his as he slowly sank deeper into her body, filling her up inch by delicious inch.

"Please, Phred. Just give me something else right now, please."

Goddammit... stop playing with me... I want to explode into your mouth right now!

"I-I am," she confessed in a small voice, her face growing even hotter. "It's just... the smell of you boys..." She licked her lips nervously, unable to take her eyes off him as she spoke about her secret desires. "Please don't tell anyone, Pierce."

"I know it sounds crazy," Clara mumbled, her hands fidgeting nervously behind her back. "But I just can't help myself." She took a deep breath, feeling the heat between her legs intensifying with each passing moment. "Look... if you want me to keep my distance or something..." she trailed off, uncertainty creeping into her voice as she considered the possibility of losing access to her secret source of arousal.

*She whispered, lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Her hands shook as she reached for his zipper, tugging it down with a fumbling motion that betrayed her sudden nerves. His cock sprang free from its confines, thick and hard and glistening with their shared sweat. She hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of him before finally wrapping her lips around the head of his dick, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure as she felt him grow harder in her mouth.

Her tongue danced along the vein that ran down the length of his shaft, teasing and taunting as her lips slid up and down. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of him filling her mouth, the taste of him on her tongue. It was a strange reversal of power, being on her knees like this in front of him, but somehow it felt right, natural.