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I press my thighs together, reluctantly retrieving my hand from his hard dick.
The back passenger door swings open.
Marcel winks at me, grinning. “You ready?”
I lick my lips as sordid scenarios of lewd sexapades flash through my freaky mind, causing heat to creep inbetween my thighs. My clit tingles, causing my pussy to instantly moisten.
“I’m always ready.”
• • •
“So, what…or should I say who…are you in the mood for tonight, baby?” Marcel asks as we maneuver our way through the maze of designer-clad and diamond-studded guests, giving customary smiles and head nods, along with generous hugs and handshakes.
“I’ll know when….”
There are several VPs and A&R executives from various record labels and numerous A-list celebrities and athletes milling around the room, drinking flutes of some of the finest champagnes while mingling, flirting, groping, and sidling up to their objects of desire as bare-chested waiters wearing black bowties and tuxedo pants circle with champagne on silver trays.
“Ooh, the two of you are simply delicious together,” says a sultry voice in back of Marcel and me. We both look over our shoulder and our eyes flicker into the face of Nairobia Jansen—the half-Dutch, half-Nigerian author, model, and sex goddess who has graced the covers of both Penthouse and Playboy and has built a multimillion-dollar empire with her adult toy line.
“Mmm,” she purrs, running a finger lightly down my spine, causing a burst of sensations to erupt inside of me. She’s dressed in a scandalous white sheer dress sans bra and panties, brazenly revealing the assets she’s most famous for—her voluptuous breasts, curvaceous hips, and beautiful round ass. “I’d love to have the two of you in my chambers tonight doing all sorts of naughty things.”
“Nairobia, my darling,” I say saucily, casting my gaze to the swell of her breasts, “you’re looking irresistibly scrumptious as always.” I lick my lips at the outline of her dark areolas and thick chocolate-tipped nipples.
She air-kisses both my cheeks, then hungrily eyes Marcel as he leans in and kisses her lightly on the lips, cupping her delightful ass.
He licks his lips, then says, “Good to see you, baby.”
Gray eyes lit with mischief, Nairobia stands on her tiptoes and whispers, “And it would be even better to feel you deep inside me again.” Before giving Marcel a chance to respond, she presses the mounds of her breasts against him and nibbles on his earlobe, taking his hand and sliding it between the long slit in her dress, placing it between her legs. “I’ve missed the feel of you inside my pussy.”
Marcel gives her a lopsided grin. “Oh, word? You miss this long, hard dick, baby?”
She moans in response, pulling me into her, cupping her hand at the base of my neck for a tender kiss. My pussy moistens. She parts my lips with her tongue, while her other hand finds its way to my breasts. She brushes her mouth against the column of my nec
k, her warm breath heating my skin.
My hand slinks between her legs to join Marcel’s. Index and middle fingers brush lightly against her slippery nub while Marcel’s fingers get lost deep inside her heat. The scent of her pussy, wet and hungry, flows freely over Marcel’s hand.
My mouth waters for a taste of her sweet nectar.
In between gasps and moans, Nairobia says, “I want…mmm…both of…you…fucking …me…in my mouth…my pussy…my sweet, tight ass…”
Marcel’s thick fingers open her, wide and wanting, making room for my two slender fingers to slide in alongside his. Together we finger-fuck her. I can feel the silken swell of her cunt as she nears orgasm. She’s getting wetter with each stroke.
Marcel leans in, kisses me, tongues me, then does the same to Nairobia. She hums deep in her throat, her cunt contracting around our probing digits, causing my own pussy to pulse. And thicken with desire.
“Spread your legs wider,” I urge. She is close to coming. I can smell it, feel it, around our fingers as she thrusts her hips; four fingers fucking into her juicy cunt. The sound of wet pussy swallowing our fingers causes a deep throb to take root inside of me.
“Yeah, baby, nut on these fingers,” Marcel murmurs, his voice deep and husky. “Bust that pussy for me, baby…”
And she does.
Like a tidal wave, warm juices erupt, washing over our fingers, soaking our hands. Nairobia squirts and shudders and gasps. Her skin flushes hot. And then she comes again.
A few seconds later, when her body is no longer trembling, when her cunt is vacant from our prodding fingers, Nairobia kisses us both, whispering promises of sweet, nasty things to come, then floats away.
“Damn, I love how wet her pussy gets,” Marcel says, kissing me, then pressing his cum-slick fingers to my lips, offering me Nairobia’s cunt juice. I suck his fingers into my mouth, sweeping my tongue around his fingers.
He smiles, and I moan as he pulls his wet fingers from my mouth. “Mmm, and she tastes so good.”
