Cindersmellya 2(128)

Taking his cue from Drake, Sloane does the same, pushing the cup of my left breast down and guiding his mouth toward my nipple. I run my fingers through their hair as they suck on me, and a bright grin creeps up on my lips. Is this really happening? Not the sex, I mean, but all this happiness I’m feeling; is this real?

I almost pinch myself to make sure that no, I’m not dreaming, but Sloane does it for me; he pulls my nipple with his mouth, pinching it with his teeth, and a subtle cry of pleasure tumbles out from between my lips. “That’s, ah … that’s good,” I gasp, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into me, forcing him to crush his mouth against my breast.

Their hands go down to my waist and, moving in synchronicity, they pull my dress down. It falls around my ankles, all bunched up, and I just kick it off to a corner.

“Let’s get this off,” Drake continues, his hands trailing up my spine until he finds the clasp of my bra. Unhooking with one deft effort, he then grabs it and tugs on it, pulling it off me with one harsh movement.

Wearing only my thong now, I feel more than ready for what comes next—whatever it is.

Squeezing my tits harshly, my flesh molding to their fingers, they both go down to their knees at the same time. Drake goes in first, diving into me and pressing his open mouth against the wet patch of fabric on my thong. He sucks my juices over the fabric, a delighted expression on his face, and Drake joins him; with both men’s mouths pressed against the wetness between my thighs, I have no other option but to scream again.

Perhaps it’s my scream that does it, but the moment I do it they act fast, grabbing my thong at the same time, they pull it against my outer thigh and tear if off my body. There’s a ripping sound and, just like that, I’m standing fully naked while a savage hunger flickers in their eyes.

Grinning wickedly, I raise one leg and place it over Drake’s shoulder, angling myself so that the two of them can get at my pussy easier. Which they do right away, their mouths going back to my pussy as if what I have between my legs is a magnet.

I gasp and moan at the same time as their mouths make contact with the sensitive nerve endings on my drenched folds. Using their tongues at the same time, they demolish my clit and then jab at my insides, pushing me to the edge of pleasure. All it takes is a little push and I’m going to—OH GOD!

Fireworks go off behind my eyelids as a sudden explosion destroys everything inside my skull, decimating every sane thought my brain has ever produced, and leaving only the most sinful and decadent ones. Grabbing them by the hair, I pull them into me and thrust at the same time, rubbing my juices all over their faces as I come.

I sway my hips from side to side, my body completely out of control, and then I just go limp; it happens from one second to the next, almost as if someone flicked the OFF switch inside of me.

I take my leg out from Sloane’s shoulder and slide down the wall, no strength left in my legs. The moment my ass hits the ground, I close my eyes and lean against the wall, out of breath.

“Tired already?” I hear Sloane’s voice, but it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere very far away. I open my eyes, feeling lightheaded, and smile.

“Not a chance in hell,” I whisper, forcing myself to kneel in front of them. I reach for their crotches, my arms moving like striking snakes, and press the palm of my hands against the bulging shapes tenting their pants. I massage their cocks for a few seconds, feeling them throb against my fingers, and then something inside of me snaps.

With a moan and a growl, I grab their belts and unbuckle them as fast as I can, my fingers working clumsily but getting it done. I don’t even bother with unzipping their flies; I just grab their pants, one at a time, and push them from side to side, forcing the zipper to go down on its down.

Not satisfied yet, I tug on their pants and send them down their legs. Realizing that I need them both naked right now, they kick off their shoes and pants, and then turn to each other; they grab each other’s shirts and start unbuttoning them, their eyes locked as lustful smiles creep up on their faces.

This is about to get hot—scorching hot.

Once their shirts slide down their arms and they’re only standing in their boxer briefs, I do the rest. I hook my fingers on the last piece of fabric on their gorgeous bodies and push it down, their cocks springing free violently and slapping each other with a dry noise that makes my heart skip a beat.

I’m about to reach for them and start stroking when Drake goes down to his knees, right by my side. We exchange a glance and I realize what he wants—oh, yeah, this is definitely going to get hot.

Grinning wildly, I grab Sloane’s cock and point it straight at Drake. Wasting no time, he leans into Sloane and, as his eyelids droop, he opens his mouth as wide as he can. He reaches for the tip of Sloane’s cock with his tongue and, after tracing its contour, he simply lets himself fall forward and allows that huge cock to sheath inside his mouth to the hilt.