Roidz

The scarf was his idea, something to make it feel like a game, the red and gold stripes scratchy against my skin as I waited on the red couch. I wore it with nothing else, just the tie and my pale skin, when I heard his key slide into the lock. When he walked in, smelling of outside air, he halted in the doorway, eyes dropping to me waiting for him.He crossed the room quiet, hands immediately on me, mouth on my throat. I gasped when fingers pushed between my legs, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. He knew. The scarf tangled in his fingers as he pulled me onto the red couch, the gold stripes catching the light.I ended up on my stomach, face down in the cushions, ass up while he drove into my ass, slamming deep, raw ass fucking that made me scream into the pillow. The scarf still around my neck, he pounded my tight hole, stretching me until it burned so good. I clutched the couch, knuckles white, making sounds I couldn’t control as he wrecked my

The red hair fell across my face as I knelt on the white sheets, waiting for the knock. When it came, I opened the door to find both of them there—two shadows filling my doorway, smelling of outside air. I moved back and let them in without speaking, my pale skin already flushed.They entered quiet, four hands immediately on me, mouths on my throat and collarbone. I gasped when fingers pushed between my legs, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. They knew. My red hair tangled in their fingers as they pulled me onto the mattress.I ended up on my stomach, face down in the pillow, ass up while one drove into me from behind. The other offered himself to my mouth, and I took him because I wanted to be full everywhere. They used me like that, passing me back and forth, my hair a mess around my face, my body their shared toy on the white sheets.The rough fucking left me trembling, sensitive, my thighs shaking. Then fingers returned, pushing deep,