Carol climbed on Mbappé with skill. She grabbed that huge cock with both hands, rubbed the thick head against her pussy lips a few times, getting everything soaked, and sank down slow. The guy was a fucking horse. Inch by inch, she swallowed that thick black dick. When she finally sat all the way down, Carol froze, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent moan. Her thighs were visibly shaking. I knew that look—she was about to cum just from the penetration, her pussy stretched to the limit, stuffed full as fuck.
Lameck climbed onto the couch and stood beside them, offering his cock to her. Carol didn’t even think: she turned her face, opened her mouth, and swallowed him while starting to grind slow on Mbappé.
And fuck… Carol was something else riding dick. She rolled her hips like a pro, lifting almost to the head and slamming back down, the wet sound of her pussy gulping that fat cock echoing through the room. Her tits bounced nice with every drop, that white ass slapping against Mbappé’s black thighs. Meanwhile she sucked Lameck with hunger, drooling all over his dick, gagging when he pushed deeper into her throat.
I fingered myself watching it all, shoving two fingers into my soaked pussy, moaning under my breath. It was an insane fucking sight: my cousin getting railed by both big black guys at once. One thick cock pounding deep in her pussy, another shoved down her throat, her pale body glistening with sweat, tits bouncing with every thrust. Carol moaned around Lameck’s cock, spit running down her chin.
The next scenes were pure fucking delirium.
Carol came hard, her whole body shaking, pussy clenching around the cock buried inside her. The two of them switched positions with crazy natural ease, like some filthy ballet. The tiny room was filled with that strong, addictive smell—cock, wet pussy, sweat, and raw sex.
I couldn’t just watch anymore.
They took turns on her without mercy. Carol served obediently, taking the deep strokes like a good little slut. When Lameck put her on all fours on the couch, I almost felt the thrusts in my own body. He fucked her hard, balls-deep, the sound of skin slapping echoing loud. Carol arched her ass as high as she could, taking everything without complaint, just moaning with pleasure while she kept sucking the other cock like she was starving.
When Carol finally asked for a break, she was flushed, sweaty, hair stuck to her face and a filthy little smirk on her lips. She looked at me and said, still catching her breath:
— Your turn!
She turned to the guys, laughed in that wicked way, and kept going:
— This one loves getting her ass fucked… and she said she can take both, one in each hole.
Right then I didn’t even think about the size of those cocks. I squeezed my pussy with my hand, feeling it throb, and slid my fingers down to my asshole. I rubbed the tips there, feeling it slick from my own juices running down, all relaxed and winking with need.
— This is gonna be easy! — I answered, like the filthy slut I am.
I walked over to Mbappé, who was sitting on the couch like a king, that massive black cock throbbing hard and pointing up. I climbed on slow, kneeling over his thick thighs. I kissed Carol hungrily, our tongues tangling, while he attacked my tits with that hot, full mouth, sucking hard, biting my nipples just enough to make me moan loud against my cousin’s mouth.
My whole body shook when I felt the thick head of his cock rubbing against my drenched pussy. He pressed in and started sliding inside, deliciously slow… inch by inch, making me feel every single bit: every bulging vein scraping my walls, the huge head stretching me open, almost painfully good. It was that feeling of being completely invaded and filled to the limit. When I sat all the way down, I let out a long moan of satisfaction, flashed a wicked grin, and rolled my hips on his lap, feeling that fat cock pulse deep inside me, throbbing against my cervix.
Behind me, Lameck spoke in his accent, sounding a little worried:
— Damn… I don’t think I have any lube.
Carol, dirty as fuck, gave him a wicked little smile and answered without mercy:
— Don’t need it. Spit on your dick and start pushing in. If she complains, just keep fucking her anyway. Only stop if I say so. Fuck her ass deep, go on! Shove that whole cock in!
Getting penetrated like that demanded total focus. Not because of the pain, but because of how intensely fucking full it felt. I took a deep breath, arched my ass back more, hugging Mbappé’s neck while grinding slow on his lap, feeling that thick cock throb way up inside my pussy.
Carol quickly got off the couch and knelt behind me. I felt her hot, wet tongue first, licking my asshole, circling slow, getting everything slick. Then she started eating my ass with hunger, pushing the tip of her tongue in while her fingers fingered my pussy alongside Mbappé’s cock.
Her touch sent a delicious rush through me, a sweet chill running up my spine. Every lick, every finger she used to open me up made my asshole twitch with anticipation. The contrast was insane: Mbappé’s huge cock stretching my pussy from below, hot and throbbing, while Carol sucked and licked my asshole greedily, getting it wet, relaxed, and desperate to be fucked.
I moaned low, shaking all over, my body covered in goosebumps. The mix of sensations was almost too much—his massive cock stretching me from underneath while Carol’s greedy mouth worked my ass from behind.
When Carol finished prepping my asshole, I felt a hard, hot slap on my ass. The sting shot straight up my skin and made me arch my back.
— Go on, big guy. Fuck this slut’s ass, she’s ready — Carol said, voice hoarse, holding my cheeks spread for him.
Lameck spit on his cock, rubbed the thick head against my slick asshole, and started pressing in. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, but when the head started forcing its way in, I let out a long, shaky moan. He was so fucking thick. Even after Carol had sucked and fingered me plenty, he still had to open me up.