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Xonra gently tweaked Glenn’s nipples before letting her fingers trail down to his jeans, unbuttoning them so she could sink even lower and grasp his cock. Damn, it felt good. Already, a tiny drop of moisture was in the eye and she smoothed it over his cockhead as she held him.
Morgan sat back on the sofa, his legs wide apart, latex sheathing his cock, and nodded to Glenn. Glenn lifted Xonra, Morgan pulled her panties off, and Glenn lowered her over Morgan so Morgan could guide his cock deep into her pussy as she sank down on him.
“Mmm,” she murmured as his cock pushed against the walls of her channel, filling her, stretching her, feeling so very good.
“Mmm, indeed,” agreed Morgan, thrusting high and hard inside her, his hands gripping her hips as he raised and lowered her, using his arms and his legs.
Glenn stood behind her, his hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples, teasing the globes, his head resting on hers and his hard-muscled body pressing against her back.
“Around you two, I never seem to be able to go slow,” groaned Morgan ruefully, thrusting up harder and higher, his muscles working, sweat sheening his body.
He looked like some kind of blond god, his pale-blue gaze focused on her face, his big arms moving her hips, his chest rising and falling with his every breath.
Xonra teased his nipples, tugged lightly on his chest hair, all the time grasping his shoulders with one hand, rising and falling with him.
From the look on his face, he was very close to coming, likely holding off, waiting for her to peak first. So very considerate, always putting her pleasure ahead of his. This time, she would pleasure him. With a wicked twist of her hips, she dragged his cock along her walls, squeezing her internal muscles as hard as she could.
Morgan yelled her name, his cock exploding inside her, his cum so hot she felt it heat her despite the condom. He thrust once, twice more, then leaned down and pinched her clit, his tongue sliding into her mouth at the same time. Glenn tweaked her nipples, too, and she came, milking Morgan’s cock, her body shaking between the two big male bodies pressing against her.
Her cunt was still rippling with aftershocks when she was lifted and turned as Morgan and Glenn moved smoothly beneath her and Morgan’s cock was replaced with Glenn’s. He was hard and engorged, stretching her even wider than Morgan had as he powered into her sensitive cunt, one arm wrapped right around her body, the other hand pressed against her clit, a finger flicking it in time to every stroke of his cock.
Morgan turned her head to him and continued to fuck her mouth in time with Glenn’s strokes, the multiple stimulation causing another orgasm to rise inside her very quickly.
Glenn’s hard, muscular thighs were lifting both of them up and down at a fast and furious pace, Morgan’s tongue keeping the beat in her mouth. Xonra felt her body tensing, rising, ready to explode again.
Glenn’s body was so much broader than Morgan’s and he was even harder and more muscled, the liquid chocolate of his eyes melting her body as she watched him power into her with her peripheral vision.
“Now!” demanded Glenn, pinching her clit.
Morgan swallowed her cry as her body exploded with the force of a second orgasm following so quickly after the first. Xonra sagged in Glenn’s arms as he pumped inside her, filling his condom with hot seed. Her pussy continued to clench him and milk him, but she was way beyond doing anything to help, simply hanging on for the ride. She felt like a limp noodle after two such fast, furious climaxes.
She leaned against Glenn’s chest, gasping for air, aware that he was coated in sweat, too, including at the sexy edges of his hair where it was white instead of dark.
Moments later, Morgan lifted her off Glenn’s lap. “Time for a shower, sweetie. The water’s nice and hot.”
“I don’t think I can stand. I may never be able to stand again.”
“Not a problem. I’ve got you.”
Morgan propped her against the tiled wall while he washed her front. By then Glenn had joined them and held her, while together they washed the rest of her, even shampooing her hair with her favorite peach-scented foam.
“Remind me to bring our own shampoo next time we come,” joked Glenn.
“Hell yeah. The guys at work will never let us live this down!”
They wrapped her in a fluffy towel and pulled her back into their joined arms.
“I have no idea what will happen at your work about Curlin. But know this. We will support you in everything you decide to do,” said Glenn firmly.
“Absolutely,” agreed Morgan.
* * * *
The days until Friday seemed alternately to speed by and to drag. Xonra spent several hours staring at her brochures of Berisford Village and the Berisford Grande Hotel, and noting the things that had struck her as odd. But really, they were minor and innocuous, and no court of law would consider her anything more than a troublemaker for mentioning them.
She consoled herself by wearing her most professional suit, and sifting through her large collection of nail polish bottles before deciding on deep blue to match her suit, covered with silver glitter to give her courage.
Xonra, Moss, and the other two vice presidents summoned to the meeting were in the conference room five minutes early, standing in a corner quietly wondering what the meeting would be about. It seemed no one had any more of an idea about what the “big announcement” would be than Xonra did.
