His Merciless Queen

MATURE CONTENT! 🔞 "Call me sick for getting off to my woman being fucked by another man, but you like it." Jaxon started in my direction, slowly stalking toward me. I involuntarily take a few steps back as he begins to speak. "The thrill, the anticipation. You love the sheer pleasure we both give to you whenever your pussy is being penetrated by either of us." "Do you dream about us, princess? Having both of us fucking and filling your tight holes with our cum," "I do." There was no point in lying anymore; he's already discovered my deepest, darkest fantasies just by staring at the expressions on my face. "Your pussy is probably dripping wet at the mention of it." Jaxon had me trapped between him and the wall, his fingers tauntingly inching their way up my inner thigh. We both stiffened when he reached the sore-sensitive bundle of nerves- my slickness coating his fingers. He growled, roughly turning me around and pressing me into the wall. "So wet, just as I fucking thought you would be." Excitement and lust had me tongue-tied with nipples so hard I could feel each bud pressing through my dress. "I hope he had his fun with you, cause now it's my turn." Jaxon found the zipper on my dress and pulled it down. I dropped my hands, allowing him to easily remove the sleeves from my shoulders. "I'm guessing you're sore." I nodded slightly. "You'll give me your ass then." My eyes widened as Jaxon took a step closer, shifting his body weight onto me, and within seconds, I felt his erection pulsing against my bare ass.