"Wait—what?" Gasping, my eyes fly open feeling the blunt tip of Dorian's enormous sex pressing against my tight, drenched entrance. I flatten both palms on his chest, staring wide-eyed into his face as he presses his huge girth into my already cramped tunnel.
"Still okay?" he asks, slowly filling and stretching me deliciously. "Exactly like Sean—slow, slow, slow—and if you don't like it, we stop."
My mouth opens, then opens wider with each inch of depth he gains. There's a violent orgasm building inside, between Sean's continuous penetration and the pressure-pleasure at Dorian's impossibly thick intrusion too. A groundswell of unfocused desire takes my body and brain hostage with its sweet, zinging bliss.
