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“Give me your hand, princess,” he directs me as he withdraws the tube.

I hold out my palm and he squirts some on it, then he puts some on one of his own hands. I return my hand to Snake’s cock and cover it entirely with the clear gel. My breath catches from the tremor of anticipation that runs through me.

Rock climbs on the bed with us over me, one of his knees between my open legs, as his hand joins Snake’s between my thighs. He rubs the lube on my tight back entrance, then presses his finger inside the puckered circle.

“Snake’s cock in your ass, princess,” he lowers his face to mine, licking my lips. My tongue reaches out to touch his. “Mine in this sweet, sweet pussy.”

Snakes leans in, his tongue joins ours. Both of them lick me, stroke me, caress me. Then we’re all tangling together, our tongues lashing and entwining, mine with Rock’s, Snake’s with mine, Rock and Snake’s, twisting and curling. We’re all panting, our breaths mingling, their fingers thrusting harder, faster, deeper, inside of me. Our mouths close over each other’s, all three of us, turning it into an erotic three-way French kiss. It’s long, it’s passionate, it’s so natural.

It’s beautiful.

Rock’s darkness and Snake’s lightness, these two powerful men, kissing me, kissing each other.

We’ve shifted somehow into a position where I could take Snake’s hand in mine. I take hold of Rock’s length with Snake’s big hand.

“Fuck,” Rock growls, it comes out long and drawn out, as his hips thrust into our touch.

We begin to stroke him, slowly at first, then our pace speeds up as Rock’s hips move more urgently.

I don’t know if they’ve touched each other before. Right now, that doesn’t matter. Neither of them flinched or pulled away. This is not me and Snake, it’s not me and Rock. It’s the three of us. Together. We’re making love, it might be filthy, it might be considered wrong by some. But this is right. For us. For all of us. It’s a trifecta of loving lust. Because we do love each other, I know Snake loves Rock. I know Rock loves Snake, each in their own way. I am madly in love with Rock, and I love Snake too. Differently, but I do.

“Fuck,” Rock rumbles again.

I let go.

Snake does not.

I look down.

The sight of Snake’s big hand wrapped around Rock’s perfect, magical pierced dick is beyond beautiful.

Snake squeezes him.

“Goddamn it,” Rock grits out as he grabs Snake’s short hair. Then he kisses me as his hips jerk into Snake’s hold.

“That’s it, fuck my hand, and punish her with it,” Snake rumbles darkly.

“Fuck you,” Rock grits out against my lips, his hips pounding into Snake’s tight hold. Then he turns his head, his hand still holding his hair, and slams his mouth on Snake’s, their mouths open, their kiss fierce, as their tongues duel for control.

Rock slides his other arm around my waist and pulls me on top of him as he rolls over, Snake following, his hand never letting go of Rock’s shaft.

“Inside her. Now,” Rock commands.

I’m straddling Rock’s hips. Snake grips my shoulder as he positions the crown of Rock’s cock at my entrance. I lift my ass a little higher dying to have him inside me. Both of them.

“This is so fucking pretty,” Snake whispers huskily as he rubs the round tip up and down my slit, and back and forth on my clit. “Such a perfect cunt, and this dick of yours looks so good getting ready to fuck it.”

“Then put me inside her,” Rock thrusts his hips to enter me.

I wiggle my ass. I’m so eager for it too.

I feel Snake move. He let’s go of my shoulder, then I feel his cock stroking me with Rock’s. I shudder. I shudder so hard, it travels over the length of my entire body.

“Please Snake,” I groan.

Still caressing me with both his and Rock’s erections, Snake asks me, “Does it feel good, Tinkerbell? Two cocks stroking you, hungry to fill you up?”

Arching my back, so, so needy for it, I whimper, “Yes.”

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