Page 41 of Two Pilots for Her


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Dylan’s tongue is long and wide and hot. No inch of my sensitive skin is left unloved by his mouth. He spins hot circles around my clit, sucking and sliding his tongue down to my entrance. His tongue dances there too and when he groans, I can feel myself getting wetter on his mouth.

Andrew pumps himself while he drags his tongue along Dylan’s cock. His perfect biceps ripple as his masculine hand works Dylan’s base. Andrew looks at me, coyly, the way I had when I had Dylan in my mouth earlier.

The look does something to me. It sends delicious tingles up my spine.

I can tell he loves the way I’m looking at him, the way I love his gaze. Our eyes can’t disconnect, it’s like our gazes are tethered together.

“Ah!” Dylan moans.

His dominant character is getting weak beneath Andrew. Andrew sucks, slowly, his eyes droop as his lips meet Dylan’s base.

My breathing catches in my throat.

I’m so close.

“Don’t stop.”

I don’t know why I just said that because Dylan is nowhere near stopping. He’s the opposite. His mouth is working double time on me, and I can feel myself quiver and twitch from the heat.

Andrew’s hand pumps him wildly. Dylan’s moans erupt suddenly, as he cries through his orgasm, pushing the vibrations and heated pleasure into me. It moves through my veins, quickly, like tiny little explosions all over my body giving energy to one, big, pleasure-filled monsoon.

Dylan and I cum together and I nearly collapse on him.

I’m facing Andrew with a breathless smile. He grabs my face, and kisses me, deeply, climbing onto the bed with us.

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