Page 28 of Cuervo's Carnival
I don’t answer. Instead, I stroke Cillian’s growing bulge from overtop his pants before slowly dragging the zipper down, so I can free his aching cock.
Cillian brings his hands to the sides of his pants, moving them down while I unzip them. I lower myself, puckering my lips near the head of his dick. Slowly, I blow at where precum lingers at the head of his impressive length, which extends from the tortuous air that now hovers over the tip.
“How about one of you fucks me, and then I will feed us all the cum of the lucky dick I deep throat?” I purr against Cillian’s now-freed erection.
I grip the base of Cillian’s thick cock as I bring it into my mouth, propelling his length to the back of my throat. He lets out a grunt that makes me want to drain every fucking drop of cum out of him. I steady my pace, fisting the base of his length, moving my clasped palm in a circular rubbing motion while keeping suction on his shaft.
I hear Pax lower his own zipper, and before I can process much else, I feel him pry my legs farther apart before he plunges his pierced length into me. The way his piercings intersect at the head of his cock sends a pulse that ricochets through my core.
I let out a moan, which creates a humming vibration around Cillian’s cock that fills my mouth.
“You like how he fucks you, pretty girl?” Cillian groans, latching his flat palm onto the back of my head before curling his fingers into my hair. “You take his pierced cock so fucking well, just like you take mine choking you,” he pants, thrusting his shaft deeper into my mouth, causing my eyes to tear as I hollow my cheeks and hum in agreeance on his dick.
“Yea, she fucking does. She loves how we fill her,” Paxton pants, pressing his ringed fingers on my hips as he drives his length deeper into me.
Shifting one hand to my clit, he begins working it in circular motions, coating my bundle of nerves with my wetness as he raises his other hand toward Cillian.
Between the sound of Paxton pounding against my pussy and the sound of my mouth sucking Cillian’s cock, their kiss above my head adds to the ecstasy that begins to take hold of my body.
I tilt my gaze upward, seeing them kiss, and I feel my orgasm nearing.
The three of us move together in a perfect, sultry synchrony.
Like a well-oiled machine, our bodies know how to follow our hearts’ desires.
I lower my gaze and close my eyes for a second, still working Cillian’s thick length in my mouth, when I feel my air become increasingly reduced. I open my lids, averting my gaze downward, and notice Pax has wrapped my braids around my neck once again.
He yanks them upward, restricting my air as Cillian takes two flattened palms to the side of my head, beginning to fuck my face.
The pace of his thrusts in my mouth is the same as Paxton’s thrusts inside of me.
Trapped between my twoalas, I feel my wet walls clamp against Pax’s pulsing dick. I feel his warm release ooze into me just as Cillian’s fingers curl around my head.
A few more thrusts deep into my throat, and the salty cum spills into my mouth.
Once Cillian retracts his length from where I have his cum still pooled, I stand, bringing my lips to Paxton’s first. I stroke his chin before opening his mouth so I can expel Cillian’s warm release into him.
There is so much of it that it begins dripping out of Paxton’s mouth, leaking onto his dense facial hair and down his neck. Just as I am about to lick the remnants up, Cillian comes over, extending his tongue onto Pax’s neck, licking the remaining salty release that spilled.
Cillian continues to lick up the cum that has dripped down before he begins to trail kisses up the front of Paxton’s throat. He continues his slow kisses until his lips meet where mine are stationed now in the middle of him and Paxton.
I extend my cum-stained tongue outward. Cillian is the first to bring my tongue into his mouth, sucking it, before Paxton joins, bringing his lips to mine and Cillian’s. Closing my eyes, I lean into our kiss, but through our lips that mesh into one, a gust of wind creeps at my back.
And then, it returns—the voice. It isn’t until I release their lips from mine that the faint murmur increases in volume, starting with a tapping. Like a drum, the noise continues, tapping at my chest as it did on the other side of the tunnel.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
One final tap, and another gust of wind picks up, displacing my baby hairs in front of my eyes. Except, when I look at Cillian and Paxton, who are beginning to get dressed, the wind that nips at my face seems nonexistent.
And then, I hear it.
“You’re getting closer,” the voice shouts, deep into my ear canal.
I turn around, snapping my neck, but just as I feared, no one is there.
