~Third person pov~
Noelle's body shivered and shook, an intensive pleasure rolling over her body as her senses were assaulted from all angles. She gasped, and moan over shepherd's thick length. His fingers lodged deep into her dark auburn curls, controlled the movement of her head. Her marks glowed, happy to be mated.
Noelle couldn't see herself. The beautiful way she took her husbands and left them speechless, with a mountain of desire to make her legs numb. To make her scream until she couldn't go a day without thinking about them. Her mind was clouded, struggling to figure out what to focus on.
The thrusting of shepherd's length, hitting the back of her throat everytime he went deeper.
The pulse of Lucifer inside her virgin pussy, making her walls squeeze his length. Almost in a near death grip. Like they didn't want to let go.
Or perhaps she could focus on Dante entering her tight sphincter.
