limbs shake uncontrollably.
Stefon’s mouth returned to one breast and he cupped the other, palming the turgid nipple. She arched up into his touch and a second later Tempos’ long tongue thrust deep into her body, in the same spot where Bannor’s fingers had been the night before. Unable to stop the onslaught of sensation, she cried out, gyrating wildly against both men as her body was rocked by a rough, wicked release. Her movements must have excited Stefon, because he tore his mouth from her breast with a muttered curse and glanced down at Tempos.
“Let me have a turn. I must taste her.”
Her body quaking with sensation, Cindra leaned against the door and watched helplessly as Tempos rose, moving to her side so Stefon could kneel between her legs. A second later Stefon’s tongue plunged inside her body, and she jumped with a squeal.
Chuckling, Tempos hooked his arms under hers, pulling her off the wall and holding her weight as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her senseless. The musky taste of his mouth aroused her beyond belief. She did her best to hold on, but when Stefon hooked one leg, then the other, over his shoulders, leaving her lower body fully supported by his weight, she had no room to squirm. He buried his tongue deep within her, proceeding to plunge in and out with a ferocity that wrung another cry from her lips. Tempos swallowed the sound, holding her close while her body was racked with shudders from yet another release.
“Oh heavens,” she moaned when she could finally think again. This was torture. It was delicious. She didn’t want it to stop.
When Stefon finally unhooked her legs from his shoulders, slowly sliding his tongue out, she did her best to support her body even though her legs felt like rubber. Her gaze locked with Tempos’. Fire flashed in his bright-green gaze.
“I must taste you again,” he whispered.
She moaned, helpless to resist when he exchanged places with Stefon once again. His lips and tongue started to work their magic on her, and she clutched Stefon’s arm for support, resigning herself to much more of this wicked torment.
Her gaze wandered down Stefon’s body, and she noticed that his free hand clutched his erection over his breeches, pressing tightly on it. The knowledge that he was so aroused was her undoing. Unconsciously licking her lips, she hoarsely whispered, “Take it out.”
“What?” Stefon asked, but then his gaze followed hers. With a slight grin, he undid his breeches, freeing an impressive erection.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Every bit as large and arousing as Devan’s had been yesterday.
Suddenly she came to a realization. If the men could put their mouths on her most private of areas, then surely…
“Can I taste you?” she asked.
Stefon’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Truly, you wish to do that?”
“Hell, yes.”
Letting out a throaty laugh, he closed his hands over her arms and tugged her away from the door she leaned on. He muttered something to Tempos, who pulled back from her lower body, making her whimper at the loss of his glorious tongue. A second later their hands guided her to the ground. She went willingly, all too eager to have a taste of Stefon’s luscious appendage. Surely it would be fantastic. Why else would her body be trembling at the thought?
Once she’d lain on the ground, Tempos wasted no time in drawing her legs apart, shoving her dress up toward her waist, and burying his face in her lap. His tongue immediately delved into the depths of her cunt once again, and she sat there, hands on either side to support herself, and simply enjoyed the undeniable pleasure of his lips and mouth. He feasted on her as if she was a meal for a starving man, and within moments the motion of his tongue brought her to the verge of ecstasy once again.
“Here.” Stefon moved toward her upper body. He grasped his rod and positioned it near her mouth. She would have laughed at the eagerness with which he
Stefon’s mouth returned to one breast and he cupped the other, palming the turgid nipple. She arched up into his touch and a second later Tempos’ long tongue thrust deep into her body, in the same spot where Bannor’s fingers had been the night before. Unable to stop the onslaught of sensation, she cried out, gyrating wildly against both men as her body was rocked by a rough, wicked release. Her movements must have excited Stefon, because he tore his mouth from her breast with a muttered curse and glanced down at Tempos.
“Let me have a turn. I must taste her.”
Her body quaking with sensation, Cindra leaned against the door and watched helplessly as Tempos rose, moving to her side so Stefon could kneel between her legs. A second later Stefon’s tongue plunged inside her body, and she jumped with a squeal.
Chuckling, Tempos hooked his arms under hers, pulling her off the wall and holding her weight as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her senseless. The musky taste of his mouth aroused her beyond belief. She did her best to hold on, but when Stefon hooked one leg, then the other, over his shoulders, leaving her lower body fully supported by his weight, she had no room to squirm. He buried his tongue deep within her, proceeding to plunge in and out with a ferocity that wrung another cry from her lips. Tempos swallowed the sound, holding her close while her body was racked with shudders from yet another release.
“Oh heavens,” she moaned when she could finally think again. This was torture. It was delicious. She didn’t want it to stop.
When Stefon finally unhooked her legs from his shoulders, slowly sliding his tongue out, she did her best to support her body even though her legs felt like rubber. Her gaze locked with Tempos’. Fire flashed in his bright-green gaze.
“I must taste you again,” he whispered.
She moaned, helpless to resist when he exchanged places with Stefon once again. His lips and tongue started to work their magic on her, and she clutched Stefon’s arm for support, resigning herself to much more of this wicked torment.
Her gaze wandered down Stefon’s body, and she noticed that his free hand clutched his erection over his breeches, pressing tightly on it. The knowledge that he was so aroused was her undoing. Unconsciously licking her lips, she hoarsely whispered, “Take it out.”
“What?” Stefon asked, but then his gaze followed hers. With a slight grin, he undid his breeches, freeing an impressive erection.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. Every bit as large and arousing as Devan’s had been yesterday.
Suddenly she came to a realization. If the men could put their mouths on her most private of areas, then surely…
“Can I taste you?” she asked.
Stefon’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Truly, you wish to do that?”
“Hell, yes.”
Letting out a throaty laugh, he closed his hands over her arms and tugged her away from the door she leaned on. He muttered something to Tempos, who pulled back from her lower body, making her whimper at the loss of his glorious tongue. A second later their hands guided her to the ground. She went willingly, all too eager to have a taste of Stefon’s luscious appendage. Surely it would be fantastic. Why else would her body be trembling at the thought?
Once she’d lain on the ground, Tempos wasted no time in drawing her legs apart, shoving her dress up toward her waist, and burying his face in her lap. His tongue immediately delved into the depths of her cunt once again, and she sat there, hands on either side to support herself, and simply enjoyed the undeniable pleasure of his lips and mouth. He feasted on her as if she was a meal for a starving man, and within moments the motion of his tongue brought her to the verge of ecstasy once again.
“Here.” Stefon moved toward her upper body. He grasped his rod and positioned it near her mouth. She would have laughed at the eagerness with which he
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