Ah, yes. It was just me and my two Incubus lovers chatting about music. Just their favorite bands, songs, all the good stuff. Then the topic of Rammstein came up and the two Germans were lit like fireworks. It was the first time both were on the same page, besides when it came to screwing my pretty brains out. Music truly did bring people together and they were more than happy to show me why Rammstein was their favorite band.

The thudding melody filled the air, sending sparks of pleasure through both Krueger and König. The lyrics were turned into a chant as Krueger thrusted into my pretty throat while gently squeezing my throat. König rutted into my slick heat, pressing my back into the mattress. My head gently held in place over the bed's edge as Krueger bottomed out into my throat.

König's growls of pleasure melded with Krueger's grunts of effort. The wet slaps and squelches were drowned out by the music while the two's voices rumbled with the melody, keeping pace. `Rein. Raus. Rein. Raus. Rein. Raus.`

Krueger's hand tightened to my throat feeling himself stretch my throat wider. He growled as his free hand palmed my chest, rolling the pert bud between his fingers, while keeping rhythm. Krueger's frame towering over me to watch every tremble, every shudder, every jolt of pleasure they brought me. "Rammstein has good music. It's primal. It's raw. It's fucking sexy. Nicht wahr, unsere kleine Schlampe? (Isn't that right, our little slut?)"