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I start taking my clothes off when I hear the shower turning on. And here I am thinking I thought we’re having a bath.

I finish taking off my last garment and head to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway to watch. I see Lana standing in the middle of the shower cubicle, looking up as the water droplets are coming down on her face. Brox joins her under the water and pulls her back flush to his front. He squirts a dollop of body wash into his palm and starts lathering her body, starting at her shoulders and moving down her arms. Then he focuses on her breasts, gently kneading them while teasing her nipples between his fingers. Lana’s head falls back on his shoulder, in abandon. She gasps at the sensation, arching her back into him.

I love watching her melt as he traces circles around her navel before sliding his hands lower. As he reaches between her thighs, she instinctively parts them for him, her body shaking at his touch. The tips of his fingers lightly rub over her clit, while with his other hand he grips her hip to steady her.

The sound of her moans, and the rhythm of the water splashing, echoes in the space.

“How are you doing, cumcake?” Brox whispers into her ear.

She responds in an incoherent mumble.

I’m still standing at the doorway and admiring her. But I, too, need my cock taken care of. I glance down, between my legs, and see my appendage distended, thick, ready, crying, of course. Brox is right. She’s here to be used. By us. Tired or not.

“I asked - how are you doing?” He mumbles into her ear again. “I need to know if you’re strong enough for what I have in mind.”

“I-I’m good. I need you. I’m exhausted, but I need you. I need Rio.” She glances at me and reaches for me with her hand. “Rio.”

I take her hand and join them, pulling her body flush to me, chest to chest. I pinch her chin and pull her face to my lips as Brox is sucking on her neck. I press a kiss on her, potent, weaving my tongue with hers, bringing a surge of electricity as her hands run across my chest, and her nails dig into my skin.

I switch off the water first, and then grab her buttocks and help her in my arms, as she wraps her legs around my body. She pulls back from our kiss and turns her head to Brox, in search of his lips.

He kisses her deep, as I reach below and position my hard cock on her entrance, now oozing with arousal, and inch by inch, stretch her. She moans into Brox’s mouth as she’s being nailed on my cock from above. Then she turns to me and moans over my lips.

“Rio.”

“Yes, princess?” I groan, enjoying the sounds she makes.

Brox doesn’t wait, with her backside open to him, he starts edging into her ass.

“Be still, cumcake.” Impatiently, he mumbles over her ear.

She moans in pain, her hand lying back, to push him away, but I grab hold of her arm, and bite into her lips as Brox groans and tries more than a few times to edge inside her fully.

Inch by inch, with her thrashing in my arms Brox’s edging becomes fully fledged fucking, and her whining smoothes over into one orgasmic moan. I hold her thighs from below and as I lift her, I impale her on our cocks. And fuck, she’s perfect. She takes us as if she’s a plastic doll, as if she’s made for us.

Judging by her moaning, and the incoherent sounds she makes, she’s on her way to become undone too soon, but I need more of her, I’m not even close to coming. I could fuck her forever with this debauched fuel she feeds me with.

Just as I thought, her moans turn to whine, and she becomes undone in my arms. A hot dribble of cum running over my cock is another indication of the fact.

This is a sign to ease off, to stop, or at least change the position as she needs a minute to get her senses back to her for round two. I try to lift her off of us but Brox groans, holding her hips down on his cock.

“Daddy’s not finished pumping your ass, cumcake,” he mutters.

Lana writhes in my arms, but there’s no way out of this Boarpit.

With her impaled on us, Brox starts pounding her hard, faster and faster, as she’s moaning, her body jerking into me with each thrust.

She’s looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, she’s practically flying. Her face suddenly becomes serious, as another orgasm ripples through her body, her staccato screams are an indication that she’s undone over and over.

Brox growls too loud and stills inside her ass, his forehead falling over her shoulder as he fills her up with his spawn and pants in ecstasy.

A few moments later he pulls out, and I let Lana down. Her legs buckle under her and she instantly leans to Brox, both of them still panting.

She’s beautiful, she’s ours and I can fuck her whenever I want. My cock hurts so bad from being hard, but my turn is coming, I know.

I help her exit the shower cubicle, and pass her a towel. Brox picks up a towel himself.

“I guess we’re not having a bath today.” I say.