Overwhelmed, Part Seven
The Southern Gentleman grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back so I was lying down on the futon. He stroked his cock, smirking down at me as Sir handed him a condom. Leaning down, he hitched my legs up and pushed some of my hair from my face.
Sir stood over him, kind of watching. The dynamic kind of made me blush: him overseeing, watching as SG lined his cock up with my dripping pussy.
“Look at you, all tight,” SG murmured as he teased the opening of my pussy with the tip of his cock. He dug his thumbnails into the skin of my thighs as he thrust into me. I gasped, staring first at him before watching Sir standing back, watching with a smile.
He fucked me like that for a little before flipping me over and taking me from behind. Sir came around in front, reaching down to stroke my hair, and I sucked his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” one of them said. I could barely tell who, I was a little delirious.
I felt SG pull out of me and I slumped a bit forward against Sir. “You want to fuck her then?” SG asked and pushed me down onto my back.
“Yeah, but here,” Sir said, rolling me over and grabbing me by the hips. I felt like a ragdoll, being moved around like that. He dragged me back up onto my hands and knees, but I was now facing SG. “Like this.”