Christina's Tapestry

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drive deep. She knew that he’d wanted her all to himself this time, but she just couldn’t say no to Jarek.
    Jarek’s hand covered her breast, molding the soft flesh. He gripped her tight nipple between his thumb and finger and rolled it gently. Slipping his other hand under her 54
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    neck, he raised her slightly as he angled his hips towards her open mouth until the tip of his cock was rubbing against her lips.
    Flicking her tongue over the bulbous head, she licked the drops that continued to seep from the slit. She savored the taste and continued to circle the tip. Reaching underneath him, she found his balls and fondled them. Jarek threw back his head and moaned.
    Christina opened her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate his size. He didn’t hesitate, but surged forward, pushing his cock as far as it would go. Using her tongue, she licked the underside as he pulled back and thrust again. As Jarek fucked her mouth and continued to fondle one of her breasts, Marc continued to pound into her weeping pussy. She felt crammed full with their cocks thrusting into her. She wanted to please them both and have them come inside her. Pleasure held her tight in its grip, not letting up for even a second, but continuing to build steadily until she knew she wouldn’t last much longer.

    Marc couldn’t stop staring at her. She had her eyes closed, but her mouth was wide open, eagerly accepting Jarek’s cock. Even though he was fucking her pussy, he envied his brother. He wanted her mouth as well. Damn Jarek for not staying away. This was his time.
    His anger grew and he thrust harder, drawing a moan from Christina. Wrapping one forearm underneath her, he continued to fuck her. Angling his other hand between their bodies, he rubbed the juices from her pussy over the tight opening of her ass. By the gods, Jarek had taken her pussy and now her mouth first, but he would be the one to take her ass first. Determined, Marc moistened his finger with her cream and stopped thrusting long enough to slide the tip of his finger inside her tight behind. She tensed and he almost withdrew, but before he could do so, he felt her trying to relax. Intense satisfaction hit him as he realized she was allowing him to do this. Giving him her silent permission to continue.
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    He began to move again, pulling her towards him with each thrust, driving his finger deeper in her behind. And she took him. They filled her totally now with cocks and fingers. Jarek continued to fondle her breasts as he thrust his cock into her eager mouth.
    Marc longed to see her pale hair spread over the pillows, or better yet, spread over his body. He gritted his teeth, but knew it was too late for him. His balls drew tight to his body and he could feel himself coming.
    “Now, Jarek,” he bit out between clenched teeth.
    Jarek thrust once more and began to jerk and shake and Marc knew his brother was coming in Christina’s mouth. He drove hard one final time, pushing his finger as far up her ass as it would go. Someday soon, he promised himself, it would be his cock buried there instead of just a finger.
    He could feel her hips pumping towards him as her inner muscles clamped down hard on his cock. He let out a yell and came, pumping his hot seed into her pussy. As he withdrew his finger from her ass, he felt her convulse again. Watching her come, he thought she was the loveliest creature he’d ever seen.
    Marc made up his mind at that moment to do whatever it took to keep Christina here with them. Even if that meant that she chose Jarek as her husband. This woman was perfect for them. His hands tightened around her hips as he plunged into her one last time. He would never let her go.
    Jarek was gently pulling his cock from Christina’s mouth. She moaned and her head lolled back on the pillows. She looked exhausted and spent. They had worked her hard for someone not used to such activity.
    He met his brother’s eyes and saw the

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