Totally Busted - Episode 4

When the Totally Busted Team sets you up, the fall comes hard. Your body folds into the bed before you even know it, knees shoved wide by hard hands, face pressed into silk while fingers drag your underwear down your thighs. The first slick push of tongue hits your cunt and you jerk, hips snapping back, wet lips parting under that greedy mouth. They hold you open with thumbs hooked behind your knees and keep licking—long, wet strokes over your swollen clit, into your cunt, then back again—until your breath stutters and your thighs start to shake. One of them swaps the tongue for two fingers, pumping deep, curling hard against the spot that makes your whole body tighten. You clench, dripping, and they laugh low while they fuck you open. The next cock slides in without warning, thick and hot, stretching you until your knees slide apart on the sheets. They fuck you in steady, brutal strokes, balls slapping wet skin, one hand fisted in your hair to keep you down while the other reaches under to rub your clit in tight circles. You come once, fast and hard, cunt fluttering around them, but they don’t stop. They just pull out, roll you onto your back, and push back in from a new angle so they can watch your face when they bottom out. Sweat slicks the dip of your spine, your nipples tight and aching. Another hand turns your chin, feeds you a second cock, and you take it, throat working, spit running down your chin while the one between your legs keeps pounding. The rhythm turns messy. You moan around the shaft in your mouth, cunt squeezing the one inside you, and they both groan at the same time. The one behind pulls out at the last second, painting your stomach in thick stripes while the one in your mouth pulls free and finishes across your tongue. You swallow what you can, the rest sliding down your lip, and lie there wrecked, thighs trembling, come cooling on your skin while they watch you try to catch your breath.