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Corbeau sunk his teeth into your neck the same time Grisham pursed his lips and sucked on your clit. You moaned, any thrashing halted by Corbeau’s grip around your front, keeping you perfectly in place in his lap. Your legs were forced open by Grisham, his palms pushing and digging into your thighs.

“Mhm- you make such pretty noises.” Corbeau spoke against the tender bite mark, gentle pain ebbing down your shoulder

In agreement, Grisham hummed into your pussy. He looked up at you, red eyes trained on your own, as he pulled off you to smile. A sticky trail still connected his lips to your wet clit. “Like our own personal choir of angels, welcoming us to heaven.”

Corbeau snickered, “It’s always you and the Catholicism.” He moved slowly from one side of your neck to the other, tip of his nose trailing across the back of your neck. “But I can’t argue with that. Aren’t they heavenly?” Taking the soft flesh of your ear between his teeth, he pulled gently, working another small whimper out of you.

“Yes.” Grisham’s attention bounced between your face and pussy, drooling at the sight. “The sweetest fruit, worth savoring every bite.” He suddenly buried his face between your legs again with a loud, long hum. “Like salvation between their legs.”

“Hey,” Corbeau reached for Grisham, his pale hand tangling into his hair, but otherwise resting there. “Don’t be too greedy. I want a turn after you.”

“You’ll get your turn.” His words vibrated against your core. Grisham eyed you again, and you felt him smirk. “They can take us both. Can’t you, love? Don’t you want us both to touch you? To taste you?”

You nodded, your hips stammering as Grisham licked a slow, long stripe up your pussy. “Y-yes.”

Corbeau’s erection poked at your back as you writhed, a delicious groan coming from him. “That’s right.” He hissed through his teeth, pulling on Grisham’s hair, forcing him deeper against your pussy. “You’re ours. Made just for us.” His lips trailed down the side of your face and across your neck, warm breath making your hairs stand on end.

Grisham lapped at your clit hungrily, and you couldn’t stop from moaning. His fingers dug into your thighs, long nails definitely leaving marks.

“Say it.” Corbeau demanded, teeth grazing an already sensitive mark on your shoulder. “I want to hear you. Tell us who you belong to.”

Your head spun, you couldn’t focus on any one sensation. “Y-yours.” You moaned again as Corbeau’s free hand trailed up your chest. “Gris- Beau-“ Corbeau pinched your nipple between his fingertips, and you arched agasint his chest. You were unbearably close, pleasure pulsing up your spine. “I’m yours.”

Suddenly, Corbeau tore Grisham off you. Both you and him moaned, though for entirely different reasons.

You cried for Corbeau, writhing in his arms. “H-hey-!

“Don’t worry, Angel.” He hummed against your ear. You could feel the cruel smile on his lips. “Your ours, remeber? We have all night to take care of you.”

You looked down at Grisham. His mouth was left wide and he was panting. He tried to fight against Corbeau’s grip, but Corbeau simply pulled harder.

“Hey, Gris, Buddy. I told you; don’t be greedy.” In moments, Grisham was shoved to the side, and you were pushed onto your stomach, the mattress creaking under you. Corbeau guided your hips up as he kneeled behind you, hot breath practically burning against your pussy. “I want my salvation, too.”