“I’ll fuck her throat,” Manson said, his voice rushed, shaking. “And you make her scream.” Lucas nodded hurriedly, chest heaving. He stripped out of his clothes, and Manson came to my side, angling my upper body closer to the edge of the table.

He tugged down his briefs enough to allow his cock to spring free, inches from my lips. Pre-cum glistened on his head, and I opened my mouth eagerly, longing to taste him.

He gripped his shaft, stroking himself slowly.

“Do you want it?” he said, bringing himself teasingly close. “Want me to fuck your throat?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded, gripping my legs even tighter as Lucas’s finger began to tease my ass.

Manson gripped the back of my head, pressing into my open mouth. He paused when he hit my throat, giving me a moment to adjust before he was fucking me in earnest, hard and fast. Every jerk of his hips hit deep, activating my gag reflex embarrassingly easily. Over the sounds of my own choking gasps, my body alight with the burning afterglow, I heard Lucas spit and his finger swirled the saliva over my hole.

Then the ice pressed against me again.

“Ahh, fuck!” My words were garbled, indiscernible, as Lucas pushed the cube inside. It wasn’t very big and was melted smooth, but it wasn’t the size that made it difficult. I squealed at the shocking ache, and then the unbearable cold as it settled inside me.

“God, that feels good,” Manson groaned. He gave a few more hard thrusts into my mouth before he eased out of me, wincing as if it pained him. His reddened head was swollen, his balls drawn up tight. He was edging, holding himself back. He gripped my hair tight as he bowed his head for a moment, breathing deeply to steady himself.

Lucas stood between my legs, his pupils dilated as he stared down at me, stroking himself. His naked body was covered in tattoos, from his shoulders to his thighs. A curved metal bar was pierced through his cock, one silver ball positioned low on his slit and the other nestled behind his head.

“I want you to watch Lucas fuck you,” Manson said, looking down at me. “Beg him for it, go on, let him hear you.”

I did, babbling my pleas. Lucas’s cock jumped as my voice broke in anticipation, a primal growl ripping from his mouth.

“Fuck yes, scream for me,” he said, pressing inside. My swollen pussy took him greedily, slick as he sunk in deep. The smooth ball on his piercing stroked me, strange and foreign, but so damn good. He was warm, blazing inside me in comparison to the cold of the ice cube in my ass.

He pounded into me, the slap of our skin loud as it echoed through the kitchen. Manson watched with rapt attention, encouraging me, “That’s it, angel, take his cock. Fucking take it all.”