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A moan hitches in the back of my throat as I soak Marcel’s face with my juices. A rushing well of pleasure flooding his mouth, soaking his tongue.
Marcel groans into my pussy as I reach out and grab Caramel’s curved dick. Caramel groans into my mouth, gliding his tongue around mine as my soft hand strokes his dick back into an erection while Marc
el lavs and nips and suckles my clit.
“Mmmm…you’re so wet, baby,” Marcel says in between tongue licks, fingering the wetness between my legs. My pussy burns. He scissors a second finger into me, stretching into my heated cunt.
I cry out.
Gasp for air.
I eye a droplet of precum caressing the tip of Caramel’s bulbous, copper-colored head. Then reach out and pull him by the base of his shaft toward my waiting, open mouth. And suck him in. I keep my gaze on him as his head snaps back and he groans. Slowly, I shift my body. Crane my neck so that my head is now between his opened muscular legs. I get lost in the intoxicating scent of his skin, his manliness. Licking around his musky balls, I open wide and wait for him to lower them down into my mouth. I suck them in one at a time.
“Yeah. Wet them motherfucking balls up…”
He groans again.
Marcel’s finger…a thumb, I think—or maybe it’s his tongue—flicks over my clit. I hear him say over the pounding of my heart in my ears, “Suck that muhfucka’s dick, baby…”
And then Marcel is up, leaving my pussy and the space between my thighs vacant, standing next to Caramel, his big beautiful dick sliding in and out of his wet hand. The head of his dick hovering over my face, his mouthwatering balls clack in sync to his hand strokes.
Marcel wants me to change positions. Wants me to sit up. I do. My feet sink into the plush carpet. Through blurred passion, I lovingly eye Marcel as he palms the back of Caramel’s neck and draws him into a kiss, sliding his tongue into Caramel’s mouth—offering him a taste of me, and himself.
Instantly, my walls spasm and a flash of searing pleasure shoots through me as my cunt creams, causing me to suck Caramel with feverish enthusiasm. Tears gather in my eyes as his dick hits the back of my throat; his thick curve snaking and stretching its way down into my neck, then sliding back out.
I am no porn star, but I have perfected the art of sucking a big dick, thanks to my years of sucking Marcel’s. And I have mastered a no-gag reflex. So there isn’t a dick that I can’t handle. Caramel’s isn’t as long as Marcel’s, but it’s equally as thick so I handle him like a pro. Suck him until his legs tremble and he is on the brink of another orgasm.
I pull him out of my mouth. And reach for Marcel’s dick, flicking my tongue over its swollen head, lapping at the shimmering precum as it trickles out of his slit. I press their dicks together, then alternately suck them both; my hot mouth gliding over each one.
My eyelids flutter up, taking in the sight of these two masculine men kissing fiercely, groaning as their tongues dance around in each other’s mouths. They both have a hand on my breasts, caressing each one, pinching and tugging at my nipples.
My clit throbs.
My pussy burns hotter.
My outer lips get slicker.
I need, want, Marcel’s dick back inside of me, feeding me his width and length. Slamming in and out of me, over and over. Oh, how I need to be fucked, again.
Deep and delicious.
I tell Marcel so. Beg him. Urge him. “Fuck me…Please. Put your dick back inside of me…”
But my demand goes unanswered. Instead, I am being pushed back onto the bed, my legs spread apart. My cunt splayed open by eager hands as Marcel and Caramel drop to their knees, bow their heads, and worship my pussy.
I bite into my bottom lip.
Count the number of times their tongues move over my clit—Marcel’s and our secret lover’s, along the folds of my pussy, then up and down my throbbing pussy lips, then again back over my clit. I lean up on my forearms, panting and moaning. Force my eyes to focus on the decadent performance of their swirling tongues, flicking against the others as they paint wet circles over my engorged clit. Perfect eights.
I count each lick in my head. Count each stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Around and around and around, the heat from their greedy tongues teasing me into an orgasm.
“Ooooh, yes…lick my pussy…mmmm…yes, yes, yes, yesss…ooh, ooh, ooooh…right there, right there…”
Marcel cups my clit with his tongue. Our lover slides two long fingers inside of me, curling his fingers inward, beckoning an orgasm out of me; taunting a moan to escape my lips.
Lapping and nibbling, probing and flicking, wet tongues, wet fingers, stroking between my legs; spreading my wetness, moving over my clit, sliding around my ass, pinching my erect, aching nipples until I am moaning and moving my hips, shuddering.
I blink. The room spins. My eyes are hazy with want.
