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FALLON “More,” I try to beg, but my mouth is full of Milo so the words become moans. Milo laughs, thrusting into my mouth slowly, keeping the same pace, his thumb caressing the side of my cheek when he suddenly makes me gag when he pushes all the way in. “Relax your throat,” he orders. “That’s it,” Milo murmurs, as I force myself to relax, breathing through my nose. “Such a good girl,” Leone praises, adding another finger, stretching me further as he quickens his pace. The push and pull of his hand are matched by Milo’s thrusts, the two of them taking me apart piece by piece. “Fuck,” Milo pants, his strokes becoming erratic as he nears his own release and he grabs my hair. Sweat beads on his brow, and his grip on my hair tightens just enough to send a delicious thrill through me. “So tight,” Leone says, his voice edged with lust as he shoves his fingers deeper, making me squirm. “I can’t wait to fuck your tight ass.” I’m lost in the sensation. “Come for us,” Leone commands, his voice v