Chapter 100
As she continued, saliva coating the shaft dripped down to his base. Suddenly, Terche shoved himself against her mouth, his movements impatient, almost petulant.
“You’ve spent enough time on that one. Don’t you think it’s time to give the other some attention?”
He gripped her chin, forcefully turning her head toward him. The motion caused Rezus’s length to slip from her lips, giving her a brief moment to catch her breath.
“Who said you could take a break?”
A deep, mocking voice cut through the air, followed by the firm tap of something hard against her lips. She’d lost track of how many times she’d been struck like this, yet for some reason, it stirred something within her. Her gaze lingered on the swollen tip in front of her, her eyes slightly glazed, unfocused.
“Be fair, Psyche. Don’t play favorites.”
Then Rezus whispered coaxingly as he removed the hair stuck to her face.
“Terche is feeling neglected because you’re only showing love to mine.”
Terche raised his eyebrow, seemingly bothered by the word “neglected.” His lips parted as if to say something, but when Psyche swallowed more than half his member at once, they closed again with a low moan. As she sucked with hollowed cheeks, Terche gently rocked his hips as if he couldn’t hold back.
“Haa… hh.”
Psyche’s jaw moved in rhythm with Terche’s thrusting. Though occasionally off-beat, it wasn’t disruptive. Watching intently, Rezus tapped her mouth with his c**k. Taking this as a signal, Psyche immediately released Terche’s member and took Rezus’s in her mouth. Rezus moved his hips rhythmically as if he’d been waiting.
“Haa, you suck well, princess.”
As she sucked frantically, unaware of her swollen red lips, a c**k pressed firmly against her cheek. Just as she released the member in her mouth and tried to swallow the one pressing her cheek, two e***t c***s twitching before her caught her eye. Though nearly identical in size and length, their colors differed distinctly. Terche’s was a lewd yet pretty red, while Rezus’s was a savage dark red. Both had grotesque thick veins and were hard and hot like heated iron rods, which felt unbearably e****c. She unconsciously swallowed then extended her tongue to lick the red c**k from base to tip.
Facing the mirror, she clearly saw herself with exposed b*****s, hands full of c***s, alternating between sucking them, but she felt no shame or embarrassment anymore. Rather, she was inexplicably aroused. Moving both hands up and down, Psyche turned her head, stuck out her tongue, and licked the dark red c**k like ice cream.
“Ah, f**k…”
Suddenly Rezus cursed in a suppressed voice, grabbed her head with both hands, and began violently thrusting.
“Kuh, mmph…! Hrk!”
Just as she nearly lost grip on the c**k she was holding, Terche firmly gripped her hands. She shook wildly, her head and one hand painfully held. They thrust from both sides so rapidly her skull seemed to ring.
“Ugh, kuh…”
Rezus threw his head back, moaning like a beast. The hard flesh repeatedly plunged near her throat then withdrew almost completely. Terche’s hands covering her knuckles were hot, and the c***s rubbing slickly in her hands were even hotter.
The thrusting grew increasingly rough before Rezus pushed his member in slowly but deeply. He seemed determined to force his impossibly large member in to the base. She choked painfully, unable to breathe. Just as Psyche’s face turned completely red, the large member pulled out. A white foamy thread stretched between the c**k and her lips.
“Kagh, Kuegh!”
She wept and drooled while coughing. Two large hands approached from both sides to tidy her disheveled face. The black hand wiped away her tears, and the white hand cleaned her drool. Just as she began to calm down, her head was seized again. Terche’s c**k pushed between her lips and thrust wildly.
“Mmph, kuh, Kurk…!”
He shook his hips like a madman, only pulling out his member when Psyche could barely breathe. But she had no time to catch her breath before having to open her mouth wide again, as another c**k was shoved inside.
The two competed, roughly gripping her head and thrusting their hips, but cleanly passed her to the other when their turn ended. While they took turns f*****g her mouth in seeming harmony, only Psyche was suffering.
When she felt close to suffocating, one would pull out; just as she caught her breath, another would dive in.
Each time a c**k withdrew, white threads stretched long, and when the thrusting began, her white b*****s in the mirror bounced rhythmically.
When she could barely endure anymore after countless repetitions, the one filling her mouth pulled out. A man’s rough voice fell from above.
“Ah, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
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