Slurp. Lick. Slurp.
As I laid my back on Stephen's chest, the only thing that could be heard from our room was the constant moaning and the unending sound of slurping. My mates had switched places, making Aaron on my butt and Stephen on my lips.
They didn't give me the time to recuperate. Whenever one of them would take a short break, the other would make up for it. And when they're both on me, they don't give me a chance to even think.
I was too indulged in the pleasure, and they were letting me sink deeper. My mates wanted me to feel great, but I can't return the favor.
"Baby," Stephen whispered. "We are linked, remember? Whatever pleasure you feel, we feel."
He pointed at my mark on his neck and then grazed his fingertips on his mark on my neck. "That's why you also feel good whenever you suck us. We share the same feelings."