— Vi

you’re completely spent, yet the two of them haven’t had their fill yet. you’ve lost count of how many times you’d came, and it still hadn’t been enough. clothes are an ancient memory, thrown off somewhere in a pile on the floor. your hair’s all messy, lips swollen from all the kissing and brain fuzzy from all the orgasms they’ve pulled out of you.

ulfat is on top now, and for once you get to rest and sink into the soft mattress as she slots herself between your legs, her slick folds dragging against yours. you mewl as she rides you, her pace is unforgiving and its agonising feeling the slick, the friction that threatens to throw you off the edge. rehman lies besides you, intently watching the two of you, hands tucked behind his head.

ulfat doesn’t like when your focus is off her, especially not when she’s the one making you feel so good. so as a corrective measure, her hand settles on your neck her slender fingers curl around your skin, tight and possessive, purposefully leaving you lightheaded. that paired with her are deliberate and methodical moves, slick drips down your thighs and its staining the bed sheet but couldn’t possibly care less about the logistics. you manage to meet her eyes and there’s a proud glint in them and a smug expression on her pretty face, she’s managed to make you look at her, finally. you match her rhythm, bucking your hips just the way she likes it.

even after all these years, she knew you best, knew all the tips and tricks to push you over the edge, she knew your body better than you did.

she rocks against you and without a warning you’re falling apart again, moans turning into mindless whimpers as the pleasure blinds you, nerves going into an overdrive, your back is arched at an angle you know you’ll regret tomorrow, none of it matters though, not when she’s falling apart with you, moans bouncing off each other. you don’t even comprehend praises that fall from her lips because all you can focus on is how good it truly feels.

ulfat slowly moves away and decides to leave a delicate kiss just under your ears and you shiver, still buzzing from your previous high.

before you know it, rehman’s hands are on your waist, strong and gripping, and he hauls you over him. you whine in protest, pushing his hands away, because you’re so so tired. you barely had a minute to catch your breath, they’ve always been like this, impatient and instaitable.

“please.” your plea falls on deaf ears, ulfat mutters encouraging words into your ear, like a siren about how you’ve been such a good girl, you can do it, just one more. right?

and just like always, you cannot help but give in to them. they know how to convince you, coax out mind numbing orgasms from you, how to say the right things, where to touch you. it drives you crazy. even so, when rehman makes a particular request, you’re left dumbfounded, staring at him as if he's grown two heads.

ulfat all but giggles at your expression, blood rushes to your cheeks, which is ridiculous given that your naked body is squished between the two of them, but still the prospect makes you a little shy.

“you want me to what?” you stumble over your words, eyes wide and unblinking, the highs of your pleasure dissipating as you stare at the man lying in front of you.

“sit on my face.” its not a request as much as an order, but you’re skeptical, you’ve never done that.

“it’s fine, you know he’s too lazy to get on top.” ulfat tells you, moving your hair away from your neck and leaving a trail of kisses on the exposed skin. rehman liked to rest, as did you, and most of the time you did fight over it like kids did for a piece of chocolate. it’s just that he knew how to get under your skin.

you lick your lips, hesitation clearly drawn over your features.

with an encouraging nod for him, you give in, like you always do. he helps you, hands guiding your hips and the moments his tongue stretches and licks a stripe on your wet core, the moan that tears out of you is utterly debauched. the thought that he’s tasting both, your and ulfat’s juices on you, sends you jolt of pleasure through your veins.

without a moments notice, his fingers dig into the plush of your hips, pulling you closer, and you feel the familiar rush building up again.

you’re facing ulfat and she gives you one of her bedazzling smiles as she inches closer and presses her lips to yours with utmost care. the kiss is gentle, unlike the previous ones, you realise that she’s trying to get you to relax, and it works like a charm, you helplessly melt into her touch.

rehman’s still continuing his torturous ministrations, his tongue switching between heavy and featherlight strokes, teasing and testing your boundaries.

ulfat pulls away and you’re left to deal with the loss of her lips on yours. she lowers herself on rehman’s cock, for a moment he stops his movements and his moans vibrate through your folds and you’re left shivering in his care, once again reminded how sensitive you are.

you squeal, and it only fuels his hunger and he laps like a man starved, you’re barely able to keep yourself upright with the way his nose just slightly brushes over your clit. he draws a broken scream from you when his teeth wrap around the swollen bundle of nerves. he’s thoroughly pleased with the reaction, you gather with the way he lets out a breathy chuckle. your thighs are shaking, the muscles burn yet he’s still not done with you.

you’re gushing over him, pathetic whimpers falling from your lips as he draws yet another orgasm from you with no remorse. your limbs feel like jelly and he’s still lapping up the juices, even as you’re crying out, and you’re so overstimulated, it hurts. your fingernails dig into his arms but he pays them no mind.

ulfat is thoroughly enjoying the show you’ve so graciously put on for her—she moves her hips in a tantalising pace, one that you know drives rehman crazy—it's reassuring that he’s about to break as well. she loves the the way your body is glistening with the fine sheen of sweat, the way your breats bounce, and how your voice breaks, the way you’re falling apart on his tongue, she thinks you look the prettiest like this, all spent and completely ruined, for them, by them.

rehman is reluctant to let you go, but he does. he helps you crash down on the next to him, and you’ve never been so grateful, your calfs burn and your throat is raw. you sink into the mattress. you’ve lost counts of how many times they’ve made you fall apart, broke you down to the bone and put you together again.

rehman’s about to burst, you know by the way his breath comes short, and the grunts that he lets out, but ulfat leaves him hanging, pulling herself off his hard cock, her eyes shift onto you and a shiver runs down your spine. not again.

“no.” you whimper desperately. you know what this means, but you’re too tired to switch. you can’t, not when you haven’t even had a moment’s rest.

ulfat slides behind you easily, gathering you in her arms and whispers those words in your ear again, ones that make you all soft and pliant, spread open for them.

rehman turns to face you, he knows how fussy you get when you’re this overstimulated, so he pulls you into a messy kiss, its desperate and raw, teeth clashing and tongue invading your mouth, he makes good use of this distraction and he slowly feeds his cock into your aching cunt and all your moans are swallowed in the kiss. your fingernails dig into his skin, leaving red, angry marks.

his lips don’t leave yours until he’s fully sheathed in and the stretch is delicious. he sticks to short, but efficient strokes, rocking his hips against yours, bruising the soft spongy spot that shoots pleasure down your spine.

he pulls you closer into his chest, and you let him.

you can’t help but notice how gentle the scene is, so unlike the previous hours, your eyes begin to water again because you feel the familiar knot—about to burst—in your stomach, its sweet, you can almost taste it on your tongue.

its different this time, but you have no energy to complain, not when you’re so close. all you can do is claw on his and ulfat’s arms around you.

the rush is sudden and inexplicable, and you’re positively lightheaded for a good few moments, delirious even, too lost in your own pleasure to notice that you’ve drenched rehman. that you’re crying out and your rambles are incoherent and mindless because it is overwhelming in the worst sense of the word, you feel rehman’s spill splash in your walls.

he pulls out, once again, he’s reluctant, but his eyes are stuck to where your bodies meet, you feel the absence of his cock and its atrocious, the emptiness and the way it feels when his seed is dripping out, you clench around nothing.

“you did you so good.” ulfat presses a kiss to your temple. your hair is damp and skin covered in a sheen of sweat, your lips curl in a tired smile.

“think you can do that for me again?” you’re about to cry, you know it’s not a question, that she’s not asking. you hate the sneaky look she shares with him.

you fall deeper into the mattress with a whine and rehman catches you this time with a teasing laugh, rubbing circles against your back, for what its worth. you haven’t even recovered from your last orgasm, your legs are still shaky and your heart’s still in your ears.

ulfat finds herself between your legs again. you realise, you are not surviving tonight. they’ve been away from you for far too long.

she reassures you, that you can take it, she knows you can. her fingers play with your folds, eyeing the way rehman’s seed spills out of you, she reaches and licks your folds. she’s teasing, you know, but it’s too much, your back arches, eyes rolling at the white hot pleasure shooting through you. ulfat pays it no mind, hooking her arms under your thighs and starts munching.

you’re not shocked when rehman, who’s behind you, pulls you into a messy kiss again, your neck turned at a weird angle to meet him halfway. you know it’s a distraction, to ground you and its working—the two of them are the same—you don’t want to stop. you pout when he inevitably pulls away to catch his breath.

ulfat’s tongue works wonders, her fingers are damn near lethal when she silently slips them into you, you’re done for. to make matters worse, rehman’s hand somehow ends up on your lower belly, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you writhing in his arms. the two of them have always worked together, even so it takes you by surprise when they coordinate like this, you hadn’t even noticed his hand sneaking away from your bare chest. you whimper as the feeling grows bigger, you know you’re about to break.

rehman’s other hand is wrapped around your torso, keeping you still and it's so easy for them to unmake you, mould you into their perfect toy, because you’ve never been able to deny them anything. you’re screaming this time when the dam breaks and pleasure drowns you and darkness welcomes you.

it takes you a good while to come back to your senses, and when you do, your muscles are screaming, you’re impossibly sore. but you’re clean and ulfat’s arms wrap around you, rehman's still leaving a trail of quiet kisses on the back of your neck and you allow yourself to fall back into the darkness again.

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