Dylan stiffened and she knew he was about to cum. She wanted both of them in her, though. Was she crazy? The guys weren’t touching each other.
“Oh, no!” Dylan shouted, pulling out of her mouth. “No, not like this,” he begged, glancing at Mike.
Mike nodded. His hand stopped on her clit, making her cry out. “Oh, Laura, this is going to be so fun,” he said, sliding up her body, caressing her, as Dylan walked over to the couch.
Filled with a new sense of confidence, Laura stood and ran her hands over her breasts. “Ah, Mike, the question is: Can you both satisfy me?” The question emboldened her and turned up the heat a notch, both men puffing out and elongating at her words, their hands and bodies larger and warmer, the air tingling with suspense.
His rough hands claimed her, the force shocking her, the crush of his lips an answer. Dylan pulled them apart gently, cocky and ready, as Mike sat down on the couch. Now Dylan kissed her, exploring and teasing, making her wet and eager for what was next.
Dylan nudged her to sit on Mike’s hot, rigid cock; it was time, finally. Sliding down his pole, she straddled him as her pussy walls clenched and held on, Dylan bending her over just enough to make what came next possible.
A slick sensation hit her backside, Dylan getting her ready. His mouth was on her ass, shocking her, the sensation new and aching. Never before had she let her mind go there, the taboo so great that unless she read about rimming in a magazine or story she didn’t consider it, pushing it out of her mind like so many other forbidden pleasures. It felt so good, yet seemed slightly wrong.
Right here, right now, though, it felt sooooo right. Her pussy tightened, making Mike groan, and Dylan slipped one finger past her sphincter.
“Ah!” she cried out. Mike was more than enough, but she needed Dylan, too. Dylan poured lube on her ass, then another finger slipped in, both fingers stretching her, soon replaced with the tip of his cock. Meanwhile, Mike kissed her breasts, his hips keeping a slow rhythm, building a slow climax.
Now, oh! pain filled her, Dylan bracing himself behind her, the breach of her anus too much, to the point where she almost said “no!”
It pushed every boundary, unsure of herself, until Dylan leaned over and whispered, “Relax.”
Oh, how she did. That was part of the surprise and delight. Knowing they treasured her, Laura reveled in defying convention, creating a world where Dylan’s hands were a sacrament. Both filled her completely, Mike’s slick sweat against her as friction inside made her slippery and hot, all three breaths like a symphony, the sound a special music just for her.
Dylan’s calloused hand took her nipple, his jaw tight and ready for more. Mike’s eyes were light yet intense, loving her as she felt Dylan’s hands slide over her belly, one hand finally slapping her ass, her groan all he needed to hear.
Her thighs were drenched as she rode Mike, all self-consciousness gone, and now Laura enjoyed the tactile sensation. She bit Mike’s lower lip, hard, whispering, “I want you both so much.”
All flesh and bone and breath.
Mike lifted his hips up, his fingers—whose fingers?—now circling her clit and ringing her ass. She tipped her head back, leaning on Dylan’s chest, her breasts in the moonlight, body on display, and she felt possessed by herself, unleashed and ready to gush.
“Oh, God, I’m so close,” Mike groaned, planting a sweet kiss on Laura’s skin. Words escaped her, a sudden thunderclap inside her and she answered with a scream. Both men worked to keep up with her, and although she knew inside she should slow down, she felt something greater than guilt: need.
Now, the thin membrane between them became the center of her soul, stretching and turning and sliding and tingling until she felt her arms and legs and fingers and toes curl into one little supernova. Shaking, Laura lost all thought, fingers gouging Mike’s chest, slipping on slick sweat, hands scratching and clawing for someone to cling to as the world ended and began all at once inside her core.
Dylan came next, his hands firm and rough and flexing against her ass, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with a hot wetness, his cock throbbing against her pulsing muscles.
She had never been so full, Dylan’s cock expanding and meeting a need she never knew she craved. She was pleased with her own boldness. Spent, he leaned against her, making her want just a bit more, as if one wasn’t enough.
But just then, Mike’s turn came, his eyes unfocused, face tight with concentration, arms bulging as he thrust up, up, into her, making her tighten and realize she had another wave in her to catch. Cool air hit her ass as Dylan pulled away.#p#分页标题#e#