Towels sloughed off in heavy, cum-dampened piles onto the bath's marble tiles, Hayden and Georgien hefted me back to the sprawling bedroom like prized, battle-fresh war booty straight from the front lines.
Hayden hooked his corded arms under my knees to splay my thighs brazenly wide open for every cool air-kiss to tease my dripping, creampie-gaping folds that still fluttered with aftershocks. "Emperor, you are really a slut."
"You two want more?"
Georgien braced my torso firmly so my head nestled right against his broad, cum-sheened chest glistening with our mixed sweat, their cocks already thickening and hardening hungrily like forged war spears eager for blood, bobbing heavily to smear fresh, sticky pre-cum ribbons in glistening trails across my quivering inner thighs, belly, and even brushing my tits.
"Emperor, I want to fuck your brains out."
"So, you think that all this is still not enough?"
"No."
