Oct 24, 2023
champions league nights
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champions league nights
Ok ok deathly combo- greg fingering you while tom holds you & whispers dirty things in your ear 🫣
u don’t even know how you got in this situation; you’re greg’s girl but tom has flirted with the both of you. a lot. always making some comment about your pretty hair, your outfits, your eyes. it pisses greg off; he pulls tom aside to tell him that you’re his. that he’s being inappropriate.
tom shakes his head because he sees how it makes you blush, how greg gets flustered by it as well.
“i just wonder if you’re treating her well, gregory.” he’s teasing him.
“what—i’m—im a great boyfriend.”
“have you made her cum, greg?”
you’re in greg’s living room; they’re in the hallway. you assume they’re talking about work.
greg furrows his brows. “of course, i—i believe so.”
“you have it in you, greg. you’ll get there.” tom playfully punches his shoulder.
“i have!”
you interject, confused. “you have what?”
“yeah greg, you have what?”
tom’s eyes are teasing, menacing, mean.
greg sits down next to you, and tom takes the open spot on your other side.
“i’ve, uh, made you cum.”
you hit greg’s arm. “greg! what the fuck are you talking about?”
“show me.” tom’s hand squeezes your thigh and you whimper. “show me how you can make her cum.”
greg is upset; he pulls you into his lap, yanking your hair back to kiss your neck. he pulls your—his—t shirt over your head and sucks your tits into his mouth, his hand quickly finding its way down your underwear, where he circles your clit. “she’s so wet for me.”
you moan, grinding into his movements as he fucks his fingers into you, curling them just the way you like. you’re wet, soaking. humiliated, but the most turned on you’ve ever been.
“pretty girl. creaming all over his fingers.”
tom coos in your ear, moving your hair away from your face. you can hear greg’s heavy breathing, the sound of your soaked cunt, toms voice coaxing you to your orgasm. you pull on greg’s hair, your wetness staining his lap as you cum hard on his fingers. greg licks them clean, and tom chuckles, pressing a firm kiss to your lips and slapping your ass.
“told you.”