I didn't have time to process the sheer physics of it before I felt them both.
Jin-Yeok's hand was steadily pressed on my slippery back, while Seo-Jun's grip on my thighs was firm. They were perfectly synchronized, a terrifyingly efficient team.
And then I felt it. Two hot throbbing tips pressed at my entrance, and as they pushed in, beginning to stretch me in a way I hadn't thought possible.
"Slowly," Jin-Yeok murmured, his voice vibrating against my spine. "We don't want to tear him."
"He's plenty wet," Seo-Jun countered, his breath hot against my neck as I sat perched on his lap. "Look at him. He's pulsing so damn much. He must like it."
Don't interpret things however you like; you prevent. I feel like I'm dying.
I let out a high, thin whine that didn't even sound like me. It was a sound of pure sensory overload.
As they began to push further, inch by agonizingly sweet inch, I felt my muscles scream and then, miraculously, give way.
