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“Remember the mural. You want to share her experience, don’t you? You want to live this rather than just see it. You want to touch, to feel, to taste. You want to know what it feels like to have two men inside you, a cock in your throat, another filling your pussy to bursting, don’t you?”
    Less than three feet away, Kayla locked eyes with the Mayan woman straddling one man and sucking another. Even with her mouth full of cock, the woman somehow managed to convey a smile, as if inviting Kayla to join her.
    With a whimper, Kayla turned her head, mouth open to capture Jake’s cock, but still he denied her.
    “Not yet. Seth? Touch her. Just like that guy is doing to his woman. When Kayla draws this, she needs to remember exactly what the moment feels like. I want you to keep her on the verge of coming.”
    Obligingly, Seth cupped her breasts, fondling her nipples. Kayla shuddered and closed her eyes, but Jake pulled gently on her hair again. “Look,” he instructed. “Eyes open.”
    She looked. Even as the pleasure built inside her, Kayla consciously memorized the woman’s expression, felt the pressure of Seth’s hands as the Mayan warrior massaged the other woman’s breasts. All five of Kayla’s senses engaged, her mind working like a camera to capture everything—the airless heat in the dim room; her own sweat-drenched body; the carnal scent of sex in the steamy air as the storm still raged outside; Jake’s hand pulling her hair, gentle but hard enough for the roots to tingle, for her neck muscles to begin to protest; Seth’s hard body beneath her, her thighs gripping him tightly, his pubic hair rasping her spread pussy lips.
    With all her senses heightened, this time when she looked at the mural, she noticed the other woman’s throat bulged slightly, suggesting she was sucking her man deep. Kayla’s mouth watered at the thought of what that must feel like.
    “Are you ready?” asked Jake, and panting in anticipation, she could only nod. “Then open up.” He guided his cock toward her mouth. Eagerly, Kayla did as he bade, and he slid his cock past her lips, over her tongue, slow but persistent until he went a little too deep, and she gagged and drew back.
    Seth groaned. “Take him, baby,” he urged.
    Jake tightened his grip on her hair, gently adjusted her head to the same angle as the woman’s in the mural, and once more pressed his cock to her lips. This changed the angle of penetration so that when he pushed in slowly, the satiny head of his penis hit the roof of her mouth, her soft palette, before stroking out again. And in. Each time his hold on her hair grew tighter. Each time he pulled her head back farther. Each time he went deeper. And Kayla loved it.
    Loved it so much that when he next tried to withdraw, she resisted. He tugged lightly on her hair, but she fought him, pushing forward till he bumped the back of her throat, and she swallowed him. Whatever the long-ago Mayan woman could do, she could do too.
    Jake hissed his pleasure, and beneath her, Seth bucked a few hard thrusts before he regained control.
    Meanwhile Seth now had a finger on her clit, circling with the lightest touch, expertly keeping her on edge. Kayla seriously didn’t know how much more pleasure she could take. Impatient, she began to move her hips, and to her delight, Seth moved his too, taking them both one step closer to losing control.
    Control . The men were controlling all the action. With her eyes closed, Kayla pictured the Mayan women she had drawn, their secret smiles, the men’s adoring looks. She doubted those women had handed over control to anyone.
    Jake pulled out, and, needing to breathe, she let him. Then another delicious slide into her mouth, Jake keeping it shallow, always careful. But Kayla had endured five years of careful in Marc’s bed. She didn’t want careful. She wanted deep. She wanted rough. She wanted what the Mayan women had had.
    Clamping her pussy around Seth’s cock, she grabbed