The Art of Temptation

eading my channel wide. The last inch my lover was keeping f

oldened and I’m not one to waste an opportunity often. I lick my lips and raise my las

riends hold me while my lover slams into my body filling the rooms with the sounds of h

..yes.” I breathlessly

. “I think Queen Frost here

m in, stretching wide over the v

s not a kiss waiting for me. The head of a cock dripping pre-cum is at my li

es up a chest made of stone with a light dusting of hair to find a ma

t. They take control seamlessly

nch of him in and swallow when you feel the tip hit the back of your throat,” Dark Eyes instructs in

k, running the soaked tip up and down my dripping slit. He

n back there, baby?” Dark

head. “No.” I didn’t realize I tensed until

give you pleasure beyond anything y

they

Stupid even. Yet, a bad idea like this couldn't

most to

t as his friend pumps into me,

he glides through all that sticky wetness. You want

oo, but he’s patient, seeing to my pleasure while his

ropping to where our

Whiskey Ey

d I’m left breathless as my climax consumes me. My wal

ile his friend replaces him between my legs. I can feel my girl-cum dripping down my ass to wet the bed and when I

s to the bed and I’m trapped again. Heat ignites inside

groans, cock poised at my entrance. “So

rized by how beautiful the view is from down here. “O

ng wildly, I take him to the hilt and ta

feel the head hit the back of my throat. “That’s it.

wrap my fingers around him, and s

f my charm bracelet like bells joining the sound of our heavy panting. Soft light coming from s

them inside me? All three claim every inch of my body but I need this. Yesterda

he pumps my mouth until he feeds every last drop to me. Beside me, Dark Eyes holds my hair awa

over’s cock swell inside me and I

all

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hear the co

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on me. The second I fall into my climax they ar

us come

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sting his swollen flesh. Stroking himself, he f

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on through half-closed eyes as both men masturbate their big co

sheets, thrashing from all the glorious torture. I scream through another bursting release relishing t

s into me. Hell yes, I want more, but reality starts punching through the dreamy fantasy bubble. Come morn

I cling to them. Hot b

my flesh. Another pulls my too skimpy top down, giving my nipples a hard

nds and welcome mo

of you. Not until morning. And when you do I want you to think of us.

to telling them who I am. But a false sense of rightness keeps

I have a

actu

ity though I’ve worked hard on keeping the fact under lo

professors just fucked me into a new y