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eyes lost focus, but he
    could still see her graceful neck fully exposed, her lips around his
    cock, and her full, round breasts begging to be touched. Lon was
    licking her pussy again, his fabulous eyes gazing up at Sar as he
    fucked Nalira’s beautiful face. “Mmm…That feels so good…”

    * * * *

    Lon could never decide which was better, sucking cock or eating a
    hot, wet woman. They were both good, but in different ways. He
    could shove his tongue, fingers, or cock into a pussy, while a cock
    would fill his mouth, his hands, or his ass. With respect to his own
    cock, he liked putting it in any tight, wet place he could find. Sar was
    a great cocksucker, but one of Lon’s favorite things was gazing at Sar,
    panting and sated, after he’d pumped his ass full of cream—the mere
    sight made him want go again, and again, and again…

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    Deciding the time was right to discover whether or not Nalira
    liked the idea of bisexual men, Lon crawled up over her and pulled
    Sar’s dick out of her mouth. “Your pussy tastes like candy, but now
    it’s my turn to suck some cock,” he whispered. “You can suck his
    nuts.”
    Nalira let out a groan, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Her
    voice was barely a whimper. “You guys are so hot I can hardly stand
    it.”
    “So are you,” Lon said. And she was. Her thick, dark hair fell in
    seductive waves, and her deep brown eyes were glazed with passion.
    Best of all was her big, round ass, followed by those gorgeous tits.
    Lon had enjoyed suckling them, making his already stiff cock turn to
    steel.
    Sar’s balls dangled enticingly against Nalira’s face. Lon scooped
    them up with a loving hand and eased them into her mouth. Then,
    with a moan of pure pleasure, he licked his lips and swallowed Sar’s
    penis. Lon loved having Sar’s hard, pulsating cock in his mouth,
    delighting in the feel of every vein, every contour—things his ass
    couldn’t identify.
    With their dual assault on him, Sar was coming completely
    unglued. Lon knew that all he needed was a finger in his butt and he’d
    come like a fountain. Reaching for the massage oil, he took Nalira’s
    hand. Coating her fingers with oil, he gave her a quick thumbs-up.
    Her eyes widened, but the message was clear.
    Reaching between Sar’s legs, she probed his ass and slowly
    worked her fingertip inside. Sar’s next breath was more of a hiss as
    Nalira began a steady push, followed by a slow, sensuous withdrawal.
    She’d either done this before or had someone work on her, because, if
    Sar’s reaction was any indication, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

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    Nalira had never been with a man who liked his ass messed with,
    but then, she’d never seen a man suck cock before, either, and had no
    idea it would have such an overpowering effect on her. Her nipples
    were tight and tingling, and her clit was still thrumming from the
    sucking Lon had given it, but there was more to her arousal than mere
    physical stimulation could provide. She was on the threshold of
    climax from the visual imagery alone.
    Nalira had only ordered dinner and a massage, but this was easily
    the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her life. Harku was
    completely forgotten as she sucked Sar’s hot, young nuts, knowing
    that if Lon was anywhere near as talented with cock as he was with
    pussy, Sar wouldn’t last long. Delighting in the feel of his balls in her mouth, she ran her tongue over the smooth surface as her body
    contracted in orgasm after orgasm. She felt his climax building, heard
    his swift intake of air and the sound of his voice as he groaned, “I’m
    gonna come in your mouth.”
    The tight grip of his anus on her finger and the way his testicles
    jerked as he ejaculated were things Nalira would remember until her
    dying day. Lon never let go of him, but Nalira wanted to watch.
    Twisting her head to the side, she could see white cream running
    down Lon’s chin, the