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“Now, what about a satisfactory outcome for us?” asked Glenn, rolling Xonra over onto her front and stroking his palm over her ass.
Xonra shivered as all thoughts of Jeremiah J. Curlin and his problems left her head. All she could think about was Glenn and Morgan, and their hands and mouths on her body. She was determined to have her hands on them as well.
Morgan dripped some lube into her ass and began massaging her rosette. Xonra left her head on the pillow and stretched her arms out. Her fingers could just reach his head and she stroked them through his hair, gently rubbing his scalp with the tips of her fingers. Then Glenn moved lower and lifted her breasts off the mattress to cup and tease them. Not only couldn’t she reach Morgan any more with Glenn in the way, but also her brain was consumed with lust from the two men petting her at once, and she was struggling to get her body to work at all.
And then Glenn was rolling her over, pulling her on top of him. At last his lovely cock was at her pussy entrance and she slid down over him, relishing the feeling of fullness and possession. In seconds, Morgan was behind her, rocking his cock into her ass and she was full, stretched, possessed, and claimed by these men who meant so much to her. Men she couldn’t imagine not spending her time with forevermore.
Never before had she had such good friends she could talk to and trust. But those same trustworthy friends were also men whose hands, mouths, and cocks satisfied her more fully and thoroughly than her passions had ever been fulfilled before. They really exemplified the two-for-one deal, two men instead of one, and friends as well as lovers.
Now they were pumping inside her fast and furiously, filling her beyond belief, emptying her and leaving her craving their return, only to slam back inside her deeper and harder and more powerfully once again.
“Damn, you’re addictive,” she whispered.
“Not half as addictive as you are,” said Glenn, kissing her.
Her brain imploded with the carnality of their possession. Xonra dug her sparkly, deep-blue fingernails into Glenn’s shoulders and hung on as her orgasm slammed through her body. Her cunt and her ass gripped their cocks for a long heartbeat and then they were back, jackhammering into her again until they both shuddered in their own releases. Xonra was gasping for breath at the speed and ferocity of their mutual climax.
“When are you going to move into our apartment so we can become a threesome?” asked Glenn, rolling them onto their backs.
“What?” He was talking already and her brain was still fried from her orgasm.
Morgan kicked Glenn. “Idiot. You’re supposed to say, “Xonra, we love you very much. Please move in with us and make us the happiest of men.”
“Xonra, we love you very much. Please move in with us and make us the happiest of men,” parroted Glenn. Then he kissed her and said, “I do mean that. Love us, please.”
“I love you both, too,” she replied, kissing them both. Then the three mouths came together for a messy, sloppy, but oh-so-satisfying three-way kiss.
THE END
