Paloma’s POVVincent pushes into my ass and the world splits in half.Julian is in my pussy from below, his cock thick and twitching, his hands on my waist. Vincent is behind me, sinking in inch by inch.A sound comes out of my mouth that I’ve never heard from myself before. Low and gutted and not entirely human.“She’s so tight from this side,” Vincent says behind me, his voice still steady, still composed, even with his cock buried in my ass. “Feel her breathing.”“She’s shaking,” Julian says from below, his hands sliding up my ribs to cup my tits. “Her whole body is shaking, Dad.”“That means she can feel both of us,” Vincent says. He pushes deeper and a whimper escapes me that I press into Julian’s shoulder.They start moving. When Vincent pushes in, Julian eases back. When Julian drives up, Vincent pulls out. The rhythm is a conversation between father and son that uses my body as the language.Every trade of depth, every alternating stroke, makes me feel things that shouldn’t be
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