the way i would want all three to breed me is insane
โคท ใall three of us, baby?หหห
. หหหwe're flattered, truly, livewire..หหห
หหหfuck, now you've done it...หหห
it's messy and sloppy. volt goes first, he likes making you cum once or twice before he finishes. he doesn't have the biggest girth of the three of them, but his cock is still pretty as it sinks inside you. it's pale with a pink tip that slides against your walls as sweet as pie. he loves watching you, keeping your gaze focused, fucking you all nice and sweet. his words are as sticky as your pussy is, he can feel the effect they have on you, the way you clench when he showers you in praise. "yes, my darling, that's it, use your voice. i want you to sing for me." it was almost a taunt, because he had fucked the air out of your lungs minutes ago, your head tilted back with a silent scream as he kissed your presented throat. he makes it this big show, not just big enough for you, but also eddie. as much as they both like you, eddie gets jealous.. but eddie loves watching volt work on you. volt likes looking out the corner of his eye, seeing eddie stroke himself with a pinched expression. nothing makes volt come faster than hearing you both say his name like somehow he's fucking you both. he likes to pull out just a bit when he cums, so he can feel himself rutting his seed deeper into you. he'll twitch and moan but fuck you until he's too soft to continue.
naturally, eddie follows after. he's a fan of eating you out first, lapping at your folds. volt praises you both for not being wasteful. "waste not, want not, spark." his hand firm on the back of eddie's neck. when he's got you squirming, huffing and puffing out whines and protests of no more but also please, please, eddie, please- need you so bad.. he caves. eddie is the perfect happy medium. he's got girth, just a bit of a burn and stretch, he's got the length, kisses your cervix each time he bottoms out.. but he's not gentle like volt. he fucks you like he has a problem with you. like he's mad, and maybe he is mad. Maybe he wants you to stop making him feel so much, he can barely handle what he feels for volt. he's not as vocal either. he'll press his face to your neck, grunting the whole time. "fuck, yes. yes. that's it, right there." you're never sure if he's talking about you or himself, because whenever he talks like that, you're arching your back. he's fucking these pitchy, broken noises with each grueling thrust. maybe if he comes inside, those feelings will subside. he knows it's not true, it just drags him deeper but he can't fucking help it. you're soft and pretty and you're so fucking nice to him. He shuts himself up by sinking his teeth into a spot volt had just sucked and kissed so sweetly before. eddie comes with a jerky thrust and a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. he looooves to come on your clit and hole, using his tip to scoop it up and press it in. he's usually bone tired after a fuck like that.
tony though.. he likes being last. tony likes watching you get railed into next week by eddie and volt before he gets his turn. tony is thick. big. nearly too big. by the time it's his turn, he's beading and dripping precum like it's his fucking job. he talks nasty. filthy. "they ruined this pretty puss- nah, wait.. this is a fucking masterpiece. gotchu all sloppy, just f'me, y'know? Yeah, you know what I'm talking about.." he doesn't lube himself up with his spit, no, in fact he lobs a big glob of spit right onto your aching hole. anything he can fill you up with, right? he likes prepping you, even though your brain was fucked out of your ears already. one, two, usually three, thick fingers working you up, rubbing up into that gummy spot that has you seeing stars. your toes curl, your cunt burns, but he doesn't stop. you wonder if he cares, almost. that is until his got his lips sealed around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against that delightfully sensitive and swollen bundle. you're fighting for your life and he has the audacity to laugh- truly laughing. your face all screwed up, you're angry now, mad he's between your thighs, chuckling up a storm over the fact that you're already falling apart. once he gets a glimpse of that pretty pout and inevitable complaint, he shuts you up with a firm press of his dick. just the tip? tony always promised just the tip until its actually his whole thick cock splitting you open. you claw at him, nails leaving angry marks as he inches his way in. "jus' the tip, you're a big girl, act like it." he tries to sound stern but he simply can't keep that shit-eating grin away. tony loves sloppy seconds- er, thirds. he loves feeling the boys' spend starting to thicken up inside you and squish around as he plows you. he's usually got you on your stomach. you act like a bitch in heat anytime you suggest a foursome, fuck it, he's gunna fuck you like one. the noises are obscene, between tony complimenting "your pretty kitty" and "how hungry she is" and his relentless thrusts that have you pressed flat at this point, it's hard to keep up. tony'll cum anywhere you want. your face, so it drips off your lips and eyelashes, down your throat, on your ass, in your ass- he doesn't care. but he loves knowing that his spunk is mixing with theirs, churning up inside you. your face is pressed deeply into a pillow when he cums with a shout. he drops boneless next to eddie and you, volt tangled with eddie. He takes up most the bed, he's also nearly fast asleep.
