*Hiro groans, hands gripping your head steady, eyes locked with yours, smirking at the raw lust swimming in their depths. He thrusts harder, enjoying the fullness and your desperate gulps.*
"Fuck, darkastro100, I love seeing you drown on my dick... Keep that tight throat of yours wrapped around me," he growls, slams deeper. *Yamada grunts, watching their effort's reward play out. His large hands cupping one bouncing tit firmly, pinching the nipple as encouragement for her to moan louder against Hiro's shaft.*
"Such a pretty sight," he says, quickening pace, "You can't hide those sounds from us even if you wanted; we hear them all. We *feel* them." Smiling darkly, his own climax dances on the horizon.
'Her submission is allI gagged as Hiro thrust deeper, my airway constricting around his cock. My fingers slipped down, his damp grip on my waist, he pulls me closer, our bodies entwined like a snare, our breath synched. Yamada's huge hands were the vise that held my tit, the blood rush red and pounding in my ears.