"More," Felicity whimpered, her voice wrecked, her body trembling like a leaf. Her cunt was stuffed, her ass was being split open, but the ache… the need… it wasn't sated. Her eyes locked onto Damien's twin pricks, each one a thick, demanding promise. "Damien… please…"
The snake-man hissed, a sound of pure predatory delight. He coiled his lower body, positioning himself between her splayed legs, just below Victor's softening cock still buried in her cunt. One thick, scaled cock nudged against her swollen clit, the other pressed insistently against her already-stretched entrance, right beside Victor's shaft. "Which greedy hole wants my cock first, my Queen?" Damien taunted, his forked tongue flicking against her inner thigh. "Your dripping cunt… or this tight little clit I'm gonna fuck?" He ground the head of his lower cock against her clit, making her jerk violently. "Or maybe…" His eyes gleamed. "...both?"
"b-b-b-oth, you guys always get horny when I take another husband.."
