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I was drenched in their sweat and cum, but I wasn’t finished. I pushed the older one off me, leaving him panting and spent on the rug. I looked at both of them—broken, horny, and completely under my thumb. “Now,” I whispered, my voice a raspy command, “both of you. Now.” I laid back on the sofa, spreading my legs as wide as they would go, exposing every inch of my raw, red pussy.

 

The younger one dove back in, his tongue working my clit while the older one positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock slide into my tight, puckered ass. I screamed, a mixture of pain and pure, unadulterated lust. “That’s it! Fuck my ass while your cousin eats my cunt!” I was a mess of fluids, the smell of sex and family betrayal filling the air. I reached back, grabbing the older one’s balls and squeezing them hard, forcing him to thrust deeper.

 

“You’re nothing but my toys,” I moaned, my body shaking as I neared the edge. I felt the heat building, the pressure of two generations of men filling every hole I had. As I peaked, I felt them both explode—one spraying my face and chest, the other pumping hot loads deep into my rectum. I lay there, covered in their cum, looking at their stunned faces. “Now clean me up,” I ordered, my voice cold and dominant. “And remember who the real boss of this bloodline is.”

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