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Kendall shook his head, his hard dick quickly deflating.
Thirty-Seven
Dr. Dangerfield had been greeted by Nairobia’s mysterious gift—Sin, Saint and Soul—the moment she stepped inside her villa.
Her breath caught.
Her cunt grew wet from the sight of the three sex gods standing in the middle of the room, naked, playing with their dicks, waiting on her with smiles on their faces.
She’d been with Sin more times than his brother Saint. But she’d never had the pleasure of being with Soul. And yet here she was with all three.
Their glorious erections (thick chocolate cylinders etched with veins) hers, all for the taking—to be sucked and fucked.
Saint’s mouth brushed across the column of her neck, and Dr. Dangerfield bent her head to one side to welcome his lips as each kiss caused her skin to heat.
He slipped a hand between her thighs and found her clit, already slippery with want, the hardened nub throbbing with need. He pressed on it, and Dr. Dangerfield gasped—from the pressure, from Soul in back of her, on his knees, spreading open her ass and licking her there.
“Is her pussy wet?” Sin asked as his hands closed over her breasts. He leaned in, flicking his tongue over one chocolate nipple.
“Let me find out for you,” Saint said and then he dipped a finger into her naked pussy, stroking upward, twice, three times, through her wetness. “Ah, yeah. That shit wet.”
Dr. Dangerfield moaned, her body thrumming with a slow burning fire that only a hard fucking could extinguish.
Soul nipped at each of her ass cheeks, then slapped them, making her ass jiggle, the sting causing a bubble of aching need to stretch inside her.
“Fuck me,” she whispered frantically.
No one spoke.
Instead, she was being flipped over to her stomach, having a pair of pillows shoved under her. Grabbing her hips, Saint was the first to thrust deep inside her.
Dr. Dangerfield gasped and her pussy grew unimaginably wetter as Soul greeted her lips with his long, ten-and-a-half-inch dick.
He slid his dick over her lips, then swung it like a bat, slapping it across her face, her lips. Dr. Dangerfield gazed at it.
“Stick out your wet tongue,” Soul urged. And she did, allowing him to slap the rigid shaft down on her tongue. Spit splattered with each slap.
“Look up at me,” he said.
Dr. Dangerfield’s eyes fluttered up as Soul finally slid his dick over her tongue and into her waiting mouth toward the back of her throat, stopping when her lips rested not even halfway up its length.
She grunted as Saint pummeled inside of her, his balls slapping against her ass with each greedy thrust.
“Man, shit. This pussy good,” Saint said, more to himself than anyone else. Several pumps later, he was pulling out of her quaking body, and Sin was sinking his dick into her cunt in place of Saint’s.
Dr. Dangerfield’s moans and spit gurgled over and around Soul’s dick.
“Yeah, suck this dick, baby,” Soul murmured; his throaty voice spurring her on to suck him deeper, wetter, swallowing him down her neck.
Dr. Dangerfield felt herself going faint as Soul’s dick clogged her airway. “Ahh, ahh, ahh.”
“Yeah, gag on that shit, baby.”
Eyes filled with tears, she breathed through her nose and focused on loosening the muscles in her throat, letting Soul fuck her there as much as possible without gagging, without choking to death.
“Ah fuck, yeah,” he muttered. “She got some good neck. Ah, shit . . .”
“Let me get some of that wet mouth,” Saint said, holding his hard, beautiful shaft at the base as he moved in.
