Sweet until late

Never would they consume her at the same time, she would normally meet one for a week and the other the next…but tonight.

Tonight, the oldest had a grip on her head and tongue dancing with her own. The youngest was on his knees, his head under her gown tasting the wetness between her thighs. It was overwhelming, their pleasure made the poor woman have tears in her eyes…A sight the emperors loved.

Geta's mouth tasted like wine, a bitter taste as well. His tongue was controlling and demanding as his hands lowered from her head to her breasts. The size of her chest never failed to surprise him, she was part of the few ladies nicknamed walking goddess in Rome after all. Caracalla's tongue felt inexperienced yet devoted to being desperate. If she was to look down, she wouldn't fail to catch on his lovesick eyes as he tasted every single part of her. His hands gripping her hips like he was terrified she would push him away. Her throat moaned their names, her fingers gripping the youngest hair while she dug her nails in the arms of the oldest. Geta pushed her away without a warning, her back falling on the soft mattress behind her. Caracalla whined and crawled back to eat her again. To which her back curved and she moaned ever so loud that it echoed the room. Geta smirked, climbed on top of her chest and placed his dick on her lips. "Beg." He would command. Her eyes stuttered, her breath heavy between moans. "Use my throat...please" she begged as asked, but he did not move yet. "Please..." She breathed out on his tip, moaning due to the twin mouth sucking on her clit. Geta's cock settled slowly in her mouth, his arms balancing him on the bed while he started thrusting into her mouth. His moans were true as he felt the softness of her tongue pressing against his skin, the tightness of her throat welcoming as her moans vibrated against his dick. While Caracalla was on his knees at the end of the bed, his moans muffled as her fingers kept gripping his hair forcefully to keep him still between her legs. He didn't dare to touch himself while he was down on her, his own cock was throbbing in excitement as he felt her clit pulse as she orgasmed against his lips. As soon as her fingers let his hair go, he raised and his brother released his cock from her mouth making her cough for air.

"You or i?" Caracalla asked his twin, almost pleading to let him have his turn first, to which the oldest just rolled his eyes. Caracalla moved with excitement on the bed, a child excited to get a bonbon, but her foot on his chest broke his lovesick demeanor as she stopped him. "Care to ask the lady?" She frowned and he grumbled. "It's not fair ! I am your emperor, you shall do what I ask" Caracalla whined like a child. "I listen to my emperor, but I make my love beg" She smiled as she sat straighter, her leg lowering in the process and her lips meeting his cheek to trail down his neck. "Your love?" He whispered back with his lovesick act back on the stage. Her eyes met with Geta, who looked disgusted and jealous before she stopped her kisses and moved the youngest twin down to lay. Her bare ass now teases his aching cock. "Please...No more tease..." He begged, her hand holding him still as she placed him but waited for him. He did as she expected, his hips tried to give a hit forward, and she returned it back violently making him gasp in pleasure. Geta scoffed as he made his way out to the balcony, his hands to his face as her moans were cruel to hear. Moans of his name while she rode out the twin to exhaustion. Simple images of her were enough to grip his aching cock and pleasure himself. At that time, Caracalla's was being milked dry. She made sure he would be left paralyzed to the mattress as she slipped off and joined the oldest twin on the balcony.

A side eye met her and an order was spoken "Bend over the rail". She obliged, her stomach feeling the cold stone rail as he settled behind her. "Look how disgusting you look, you cum dump." He spit on his cock with distaste, making sure to lube himself the right amount before inserting himself. "Raise your ass, whore." A slap echoed the night and her moan followed as she did. One push made her yell in pleasure, head tilted back as he yanked on her hair and he held on her hip. "Good...good little slut" He moaned, his eyes rolling as he kept staring at what he was doing to her. He took his sweet time, edging her and milking every beg she could come up with. He did not make her orgasm until they both heard Caracalla whine in the bedroom. Both of their orgasms were a gross thing to hear, the mix of semen and her own cum as long as the remains of the other one an hour ago… He looked both pleased at him and disgusted with her, leaning forward he pressed a kiss to her cheek “Good little sun” before he slipped out of her cunt making everything drip on her poor thighs.