You are not free - you are my pivot.
The first bull fills your throat until your jaw unhinges, grinding past your gag reflex while gripping your skull like a handle. The second slams into your ass with hard thrusts, turning you into my shock absorber; every impact from behind drives you deeper onto the cock ahead. Then the third settles on your chest, grinding his weight against your sternum, compressing your lungs until you breathe nothing but our sweat and heat.
You are airtight. A flesh sleeve converted into a friction engine, your prostate milked by sheer physics until you leak and climax untouched. They will not stop when you break.
They will use your spasms to grip tighter, to piston harder.
Can you survive being the fulcrum between three engines, or will the compression shatter you completely?
Dildo play.
