I cried out, or tried to. My packmate was thick and hard in my mouth, and my Alpha's tongue was busy rimming me.
Three weeks, and not a moment of respite. These two gorgeous Shifter studs couldn't get enough of my tight twink ass. As the Pack Grace, I was to be their emotional stability, the rock they could lean against in hard times. And sometimes I liked to lean against their hardness in fun times.
In the soft morning light, I watched our little twink. His head bobbed up and down under the covers, hungry for our packmate. As the Alpha, I positioned myself behind him, taking myself in hand...
My Packmate and I were really enjoying breaking in our twink Grace. Day in and day out, our every lustful whim was fulfilled, our every primal need satisfied. Yet he still finds ways to surprise me, and tonight would be no different. I thought it would just be another lazy day of spitroasting him, but it ended up being so much more.
Almost 8,500 words of a bottom twink being taken by his two alpha male Shifter lovers.
