My surprised cry vibrated around Manson’s cock as a tongue slid over me, swirling over my clit and dipping into my pussy. Lucas spanked me at the same time, his palm landing in a shockingly heavy smack. My ass was burning, my endurance cracking with every additional spank. But Jason’s tongue focused in on my clit, lapping until the muscles in my thighs were twitching, and I groaned. Manson’s cock jerked in my mouth, his pre-cum salty and slightly bitter on my tongue.

“You like how that cock tastes?” Vincent said, his green eyes bright and his voice low. “Jason is on his knees between your legs with his face buried in your pussy. It’s too bad you won’t get to come.”

“Oh God, no.” The words tried to come out, but they were garbled around Manson’s thick cock.

“Fuck…” Manson cursed, jaw clenched. He thrust harder, faster. I knew he was going to come as I lapped my tongue over him, eager to show him I was sorry.

But he gripped my hair and pulled out of my mouth. I was left gasping, then desperately yelping as Lucas spanked me and Jason’s lips closed over my clit, sucking until I saw sparks. Manson’s cock was right in front of my face, but I couldn’t reach it, pre-cum dripping slowly from his slit as he stroked himself.

“Lucas.” He snapped the man’s name from between clenched teeth. Lucas left me with one last burning swat and knelt before Manson, right in front of me. He took Manson’s cock in his hand, unbridled hunger on his face as he looked at the man standing over him and ran his tongue over his lips.

Lucas opened his mouth, taking Manson all the way into his throat. Manson exhaled sharply, lifting his arms and clasping them behind his head. Vincent tugged on the belt around my throat, warning me, “Watch him. Maybe you can learn a thing or two about pleasing your masters.”

My clit felt as if it had its own heartbeat, pulsating under Jason’s tongue and heating as Lucas locked his eyes on me. The sight of his full lips stroking along Manson’s shaft was so unbearably erotic. Manson groaned, long and loud as his hard, shallow thrusts kept him deep in Lucas’s throat as he came.

But Lucas didn’t swallow. He turned to me and gripped my face again. Vincent pulled up on the belt and said, “Open up. Take it.”

I whimpered as I obeyed. Lucas leaned close, and spat Manson’s cum into my mouth. It dripped down my chin, too much for me to take. It was disgusting — God, it was so hot. It was truly repulsive — it made me shiver with ecstasy. I managed to swallow as Lucas watched me, cruel amusement twisting his mouth into a mockery of a grin.