Petite Blonde Overwhelmed By Two Massive Black Men

I moaned into him and in that moment I think I broke him. I felt hot breath on my exposed neck and a deep shiver ran through me. Ever so lightly and then all at once he pushed my head to the side and I gasped. But god, that face of his. I wanted him to rip these shackles off and pin me down himself. He’d picked me up with one hand and wasn’t even trying. Hell, it wasn’t fear, I just couldn’t take being so close to him anymore. He wore nudity like some mythic god–soft, hairless skin, glistening from the heat and moisture of the room, laid upon an inhumane frame that I knew as well as anyone, that I’d watched and cheered for like so many others.