#!spit

He holds the smoke in his mouth and leans down to kiss you, passing the heavy smoke to you as he pulls you onto his lap. When you start to feel like you were losing your breath, you try to pull away, but Issei keeps you close. Your weak punches to his shoulders do nothing as he keeps your head close with one hand. The other hand grip your hip, pushing you down to feel his growing cock. Your mind got fuzzy at the feeling of his cock pressed against you as well of the loss of breath. Issei pulls away from your lips, noticing the bright pink adorned on your cheeks as well as the single tear streaming down your face.

“Poor, kitten,” Issei chuckles and gently pat your cheek, “did I take your breath away.” Brushing your hair from your face he leans in to kiss your nose. “C’mon, gotta share that pretty mouth of yours.” The taller man picks you up as if you were nothing and places you on Suna’s lap. You part your lips obediently, keeping your hands on his bare shoulders and occasionally toying with the gold chain. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you,” he laughs a bit at your eager nod, taking the last drag from the joint and putting it out. He leans in and passes you the last hit, holding your hips to stop you squirming on his lap. Your hands run down his bare chest, trading spit with him as he helps you grind down on him. He starts to tug down your cute booty shorts along with panties. You hand try to push his hands away but he continues anyways, getting your under half naked. Fingers start to trace your sopping slit and teases your clit, his mocking coo echoes in your ears, “already so wet, baby?”

Whining, you look towards Matsukawa for help, but you can see he’s just turned on as Suna. Your body shivers at the feeling of Rintarou’s mouth latching on your neck, sliding two fingers into your hole. “Do you trust us, baby,” his breath tickles your neck, causing you to giggle a little, finally nodding. You grind down on his working fingers, treading your finger into Rin’s thick hair. 

“Lucky kitty was able to get the last hit,” Issei grabs your jaw and you open your mouth for him as if it’s a natural reaction. Smirking down at you, he starts to purse his lips as he lets the spit drip from his mouth into your mouth. Before you swallow, you stick your tongue out for him to see the tiny pool of liquid. As you swallow, Rintarou bends his fingers, making you choke a little on the liquid. He pulls his fingers out of your sticky hole and smacks your thigh. Issei takes off his shorts and Rintarou passes you to the older man, sitting you down on his lap. Suna gets up, mumbling something to Issei which you didn’t pick up.

“Let’s fill you up, shall we?” He lays you on the couch, sitting in between your legs. His cock rests on top of our stomach and you shiver at seeing the sheer size of it. “I-I don’t think it’ll fit, Issei,” you stumble on your words, looking at where it rests. Mattsun frowns at you, leaning over a bit to cuff your cheek. “You won’t be a good girl for me then? I can always find someone else.”

Your eyes widen at his word and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill. “No! I’ll be good, I’ll take it,” you whine and bite your lip to hold back the tears. His smile comes back and mumbles something along the lines of “good girl.” Teasing the tip at your hole causes you to arch your back as the simple touch. You’re already heaving, the smoke in the air has died down but your head still feels like clouds. As he pushes past the rings of soft muscle, he moans at the feeling of no resistance and only suctioning coaxing him in. your gentle slaps on his arms, trying to tell him to slow down gets you nowhere as he aims to bottom out in one stroke.

After bottoming out, he holds still to look down at you and watch how you’re holding up. Tears are streaming down your raw cheeks, chest heaving as you’re trying to catch your breath. His calloused hands run up and down your sides as if he’s telling you to calm down. His hand rests on the lower part of you abdomend and presses down. Streams of please leaves your lips, not knowing exactly what you’re begging for. You felt too full, not being able to bat his arm away and all you can do is cry and beg.

He starts at a punishing pace, moaning at how loose and compliant you are, too weak to fight back anyways. “Such a slutty hole. Just what it needs, a thick cock to fill you up and pump cum in you?” He laughs mockingly at you as you could only nod, chanting his name out like a prayer. He doesn’t even have to find the right angles to have you creaming all over his cock, every stroke forcing a scream out of your lips. You were already so drained, your foggy mind can’t comprehend the hand going back to grab your jaw, opening your mouth again on instinct. Your tongue lolls out as moans continue to be fucked out of you. Spit dribbles slowly from his mouth to yours, letting you savor the taste of Issei.

Issei moans as he watches you swallow, burying himself balls deep into you and spurts of cum fills you up. You cream once more as he cums, whining at the feeling of being filled. He coos at your teary eyes and your heaving chest, pulling out to see cum dripping out. “Now be a good girl and let Rintarou use you,” Mattsun gets up and Suna comes to sit on the couch, pulling you on his lap having your back against his chest. He slides you down on his cock, pulling a strained whine out of your throat. You peak your eyes open lazily as his cock keeps sliding is, feeling just as big as Issei. When he bottoms out he holds your hips and tilts your head to look at Mattsun who held a phone, recording the both of you.

You gasp as you try to turn your head and cover your face. “No no, princess, look at the camera, show how much of a good girl you are,” Suna keeps your face turned to the camera, smirking because he has been recording you and Mattsun earlier. His cock is resting deep in you, his free hand rubbing your clit aggressively. You squirm on his lap and moans loud as Rin’s hand moves from your jaw to your throat. “Do you think I can get her to squirt?” Suna smirks at Issei and the camera as the other man laughs and tells him to do so. The fingers don’t let up and his other hand tightens around your throat. You weakly grind your hips on his cock and fingers, spraying juices all over the surface in front of you and you scream at the intense sensation washing over you. They both laugh and Issei brings the camera closer to your stuffed cunt.

Rin started bouncing you on his cock, using you as a toy as you stay limp in his hands. The camera moves up to record your face and Mattsun pats your cheek, cooing, “So pretty, honey. Only we can make you feel like this, right?” Your nod is weak and your eyes are glazed over, small whimpers are fucked out of you. As pretty as you are on the phone quality camera, you look even more sweeter in person. Issei pokes his thumb in your mouth and you suck greedily, eyes rolling back as Rintarou pumps you full. “Look at this cumwhore, all she needs is to be stuffed with two loads and she’s pleased,” Rintarou laughs in your ear as embarrassment flushes over you, “Say bye to the camera, sweetie.” 

“omi baby, whats wrong?” you pout a little, looking down at here he kneels in fromt of you. “does this not feel good?”

you tighten you grip on his leash and press your foot down harder on his clothed cock, drawing a lewd whine out from his throat. he lurches over, using his hands to steady himself. he pathetically humps your foot to find any sort of satisfaction.

“mistress, p-please. let me cum.” kiyoomi whines, trying to make you feel some sort of pity for him. but all you do is laugh, tugging harder on the leash so his jaw drops ans tongue hanging out. you spit on him, hitting him on hi tongue as he lets out a low groan.