I slip down from the table and pull up my pants as Antonio puts an arm around Sofia. I’m amazed by her composure—five seconds ago, she was impaled on my dick and getting thrashed by Antonio’s cock, now she’s laughing at some joke with the body language befitting a queen.

Even with no blouse and her skirt rucked up, she was the picture of class. She looks over at me, dark smoky eyes suggesting all kinds of delights. I get on her other side and start guiding them up the hall. Marco follows us.

As we enter the large living room, Antonio heads for the bar, pulling out glasses and bourbon. I guide Sofia to the couch—I want a taste of that pussy.

I sit down and she stands over me, slithering out of the skirt. Marco comes up behind her and grips her hips, nuzzling into her neck.

“I don’t think that ass has had enough punishment,” he whispers, and he brought the flat of his hand into contact with her ass.

Smack.

She squeals.

I get down on my knees and grab her thighs. My lips find her clit and I start mouthing at it, lapping it gently, sneaking one hand up her inner thigh to grind two fingers right up into her pussy. She moans.

Marco seems to be getting into position. There’s the sound of clatter as his belt hits the floor. Antonio puts glasses and bourbon on the table and sits down, holding his cock.

She makes a little whimper as Marco gets his fat cock in her ass, and I pump her hard with two fingers, not letting up on that clit. It’s so swollen right now it must be as sensitive as a virgin’s. I don’t stop. I lick it hard with my tongue, alternating between using the tip and the broader edge.

Marco starts to pump and I move back on to the lounge as he pushes her forward, bending her into the perfect position to suck my cock.

I make sure it meets her lips as Marco pushes her over. She opens wide for it and sucks the head into her hot, wet mouth, gently, and then, savoring it with her tongue.

“Good girl,” I whisper, reaching out with a hand so I can push her down further onto my throbbing cock.

Marco puts a hand on her shoulder and rams his cock into her ass as she sucks my cock down. With my hand caught in her hair, I pump her head.

At first I move slowly and steadily, but soon, I increase both my tempo and rhythm.

I keep my hand pressed firmly down to make sure my cock is deep in her throat as I come. I let her go just as Marco shoots his own load into her tight little ass.

Cream-colored cum runs down the inside of her legs.

She looks up at me, eyes watering, mouth red and wet, and smiles.

Dear God. She’s a fucking good slut.

Marco throws himself down on the big leather lounge, and takes a glass.

“Over here, pretty thing,” Antonio calls. “My cock needs your sweet lips again.”

She stands up, still with that ‘fuck you’ posture, as if she didn’t just get thrown around like a stuffed toy. She steps over to Antonio and takes him into her mouth while she’s still standing up. Her hands rest on either side of him. That bent over ass is just a fucking invitation waiting to be taken, again.

Antonio has both hands on her head as she sucks him. I get on my knees behind her, licking up all the juice from her pussy and between her legs.

Fucking amazing is all I can say.

She’s so wet. I put my hands on her hips and tongue her deep, mouthing at her slit and her ass. She wriggles a bit for me, but doesn’t let that distract her from Antonio’s cock. My cock is so fucking hard now, I had to use it.

I stand behind her and slowly slide into her pussy. She’s so wet, so hot. I wanted to put a hand on her shoulder so I could ram her, but she was enjoying Antonio’s cock so much I didn’t want to distract her. Instead, I put my hands on her hips and start slowly pumping, in and out, watching the whole time so I can see my cock parting those pretty pink lips, stretching them apart, sliding in against her slick juices.

I move my hands up to grab her ass, gently teasing the hole with my thumbs and I feel her clenching deep inside.

“Oh, you like that, you little slut,” I rub her asshole with both thumbs at once, teasing it, feeling the walls of her pussy wrap tight around my cock. Deep orgasms grip the head, as if her pussy was trying to trap me inside.

I do like a good ass, and Sofia has the best.

Marco sees I have my hands full and puts his bourbon down. Sofia is still going to town on Antonio’s cock—I think he’s come already, but from the way he’s moaning she’s not done sucking out his juices. Marco gets on his knees beside us and reaches under for her clit.

She tries to gasp or something, but her mouth is too full of Antonio’s cock. She lets out a wet mumble as Marco rubs her clit and I start teasing her ass with my middle finger, slowly drawing my cock in and out.

“Come on, you little slut,” Marco rubs determinedly at her clit, getting a scowl on his face “Fucking come properly, you little slut! How many cocks do you need?”

At his words, I feel it deep inside her, a massive wave of spasms, her hot insides clenching tightly and slickly against me. She was trying to moan but was choking on Antonio’s cock, as the deeper orgasms run into the quakes pounding from her clit.

Marco and I hold her up—me by the hips and him keeping one hand on her clit, as she gasps and lets go of Antonio’s cock. She was breathing hard, getting worn out by the constant orgasms. I pull out of her pussy slowly, still hard as a fucking rock and ready for more.

Marco puts an arm around her and pulls her against him on the lounge. I hand her a glass of bourbon while Antonio grabs one for himself.

“Let’s just give you a short rest, pretty thing,” Marco whispers, “Before we head to the bedroom.”