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She sat down, aiming the screen at Syria’s legs. “Then those great gams. Shapely calves, cute knees, perfect thighs.”

“Up a little,” Tyson said. “I can’t take it.”

“Hold your horses,” Mia said.

Syria tried not to blush. In the weeks she’d known Tyson and Mia, she’d gone way beyond something as simple as getting naked on the phone.

“Turn around, Syria. Can’t make it too easy on him.”

Syria spun to face away.

“Now there is that sweet ass,” Mia said. “Don’t you want to spread those cheeks? I know I do.”

Syria felt her face burn. Crazy, feeling shy at THIS late date. But she was never on display. Even when she and Mia had been on stage, taking off their clothes, there had been so much else going on, other places to look.

“Now give it to him slowly, Syria,” Mia said. “Come around with antici—pation.”

Syria crossed her arms over her chest and took mincing little steps to come back around.

“Oh! She’s shy, Tyson!” Mia crowed. “You’re not getting a peek of this!”

Tyson faced her on the screen, away from Mia. His arms were crossed over his chest. “How about if I show you this?” He picked up his phone, angling it down to reveal his naked belly and the turgid cock.

Syria lifted her hands over her head, letting her breasts bounce.

“You got it!” Mia shouted. She turned the phone back around to her, but Tyson had the camera back on his face. “I don’t have to ask what you showed her!”

“Give her a little something, Mia, if she wants it,” Tyson said. Syria felt the blood rush between her legs. She’d always hoped they’d do something like this once they started video chatting. She’d had sex with Mia many times, with Tyson’s encouragement, but never for him.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Mia set the phone on the side table, angling it at the center of the bed. “On your back, wench!” she said, affecting her pirate speak that matched the act that she and her husband performed on weekends, both the public comedy skits, and the private sex shows.

Syria tried to lay back with poise, but Mia pushed her down, no more getting her flat before she spread Syria’s knees. “You looking for something like this?” Mia dipped her face to Syria’s mound, flicking her tongue in the folds.

Syria bucked upward, so hot at the contact while Tyson watched that she thought she would burst into orgasm instantly.

Tyson said, “Oh, yes,” but Syria couldn’t sit up to see what he was doing, as sparks were shooting up her body.

Mia was rough this time, exaggerating for the camera, and Syria sank into the new sensations of getting her nipple pinched while Mia sucked hard at her clit, drawing the flesh deep into her mouth. Mia’s free hand kept Syria’s leg up and out of the way, presumably to ensure Tyson could see every scintillating detail. She began to feel the juices dripping down from Mia’s mouth, the wetness slipping into her ass. The tension built, and her hips moved rhythmically with Mia’s thrusting hands and mouth.

Mia pulled away. “Can you make her come this fast, Tyson?”

Syria wondered only briefly what she meant, since she wasn’t anywhere near at the moment, then suddenly Mia had her fingers everywhere, in her pussy, in her ass, and her mouth was pulsing against her clit.

She felt jerked up by a string, the orgasm pulling at her belly, then it flashed out across her body like a shock wave. She might have screamed, as her ears started ringing as she came down, her pelvis lowering back to the bed. She hadn’t realized it had gone airborne.

“That was spectacular,” Tyson said.

Syria covered her face with her arm, feeling uncertain about everything that had just happened. She’d always had Tyson more or less to herself, although they had never pledged any sort of monogamy.

“You going to spooge that screen?” Mia asked? “I haven’t seen that cock of yours in ages.”#p#分页标题#e#

Syria tried to let go of any sort of jealousy, but still, it rose up all the same that Mia could claim what she loved so well. She stayed on the bed, trying to work out how to arrange these complex relationships in her mind, Mia, Tyson, herself, the men who’d seen her have sex on stage, even the boy back home she’d stripped for at Tyson’s urging. Maybe she was more traditional that she was trying to be.

The silence lingered, and Syria suspected they were both looking at her.

“I’m going to go find something to wet my whistle,” Mia said. “Show Syria how much you miss her.” Mia patted Syria’s leg affectionately and withdrew, moving swiftly through the house.