Liv's body was a frantic, trembling mess beneath me. Each of my thrusts sent her sliding further across the floor, her small hands scraping against the wood as she tried to find some sort of purchase. The pain of her broken innocence was rapidly being eclipsed by the raw, overwhelming heat of my presence inside her. She was far tighter than the other two, her walls clinging to my cock as though they were trying to merge with it.
"Look at her," I commanded, my voice cutting through Liv's fractured sobs. "Look at how she takes it."
Vale and Faevy didn't need to be told twice. They crawled closer, their eyes fixed on the spot where my dark shaft disappeared into Liv's pale, blood-streaked entrance. The sight was a catalyst. Vale began to touch herself with a desperate, jerky rhythm, her fingers buried in her own soaking wetness, while Faevy leaned in to catch the stray droplets of sweat and fluid from my lower back with her tongue.
