Propped on trembling arms slick with congealing sweat and drying cum-glaze, Hayden and Georgien rose like battle-worn knights from the cum-soaked silks, their chiselled bodies gleaming obscenely in the guttering candlelight—cocks hanging heavy and softening but already twitching with greedy aftershocks, tips still drooling pearly remnants.
They scooped me up between them with reverent ferocity, Hayden's strong arms cradling under my quivering knees to spread them wide, Georgien's massive frame supporting my back flush against his sweat-slicked chest—their combined body heat a throbbing cocoon against the chamber's chill draft, twin heartbeats pounding like war drums in sync with my own racing pulse, semi-hard shafts nestling hot against my thighs.
