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beads of sweat
formed on his brow.   Shallow breaths came
from his slightly opened lips.   He was
suffering due to the control he attempted to exert over himself.   As rightly he should if he meant to not share
his needs with her.   He’d been cold and
aloof all day, and she was sick of it.
    His hand slowly began to move, slithering over
his firm thigh to his cock, palming the heavy mass through his pants.   She watched him touch himself, reveling in
the hiss of pain he released as he stroked the turgid shaft.   Popping open a button, he then lowered the
zipper and gripped the stalk of flesh and brought it through the open vee .   The swollen
head was violently purple, as if he’d been hard for hours, bereft of his
release.
    Gabriel’s tongue dipped into her channel as
Michel began to fist his cock with his eyes locked on her gaze.   The colorful scenery of the French
countryside whizzed past the window, light filtering through as the sun began
to set behind the trees, dappled their skin.   The running shift of dark and light played over Michel’s face, making it
harder for her to see his response to her.   She needed to see him, to know how much she affected him.  
    Kadence could barely breathe from the sensations running through her.   Fingers and a tongue lavished her sex, her
clit, but it was partnered with the visual delight of a man giving himself
pleasure.
    Michel understood his body completely.   He pulled on the shaft just so, building a
delicious tempo.   Gabriel looked to her,
catching her gaze for a brief moment before she turned back to the fascinating
sight of Michel masturbating.   She’d
never seen such a sight up close and was enamored with it.   It was both exciting and educational.   She could see exactly how Michel preferred to
be touched.   How she would touch him when
her chance came.
    Kadence noted Gabriel briefly turn to look over her shoulder from the
corner of her eye.   He quickly returned
to the spot between her legs and began to build a delicious rhythm, the one
she’d just begged for.   He nearly matched
the pace of Michel’s big hand with the sucking pulls of his lips to her
clit.   Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears
as she reached ever closer to release.
    Michel’s balls tightened to the base of his
cock, his whole body going rigid as his hand began to move faster than she
could see.   A blur of motion, he pumped
the thick cock until she heard a cry rent from his lips.   Gabriel pressed two thick fingers inside her
channel as he sucked harder on her nub.   A stream of cum shot from Michel’s cock onto the discarded newspaper
he’d moved to the floor before him.  
    Thick ropes continued to spurt from the bulbous
tip.   Seeing his release was heady.   She’d never seen a man bring himself over the
edge before, and it was exhilarating.   As
though she were seeing into his innermost thoughts and desires, she felt closer
to him at that moment than when he’d had his cock in her mouth, his lips to her
pussy.   Watching his release brought on
her own, Gabriel’s tongue spearing into her sex as she vaulted into a wave of
passion, a fervent cry coming from her lips.
    The train began to slow as her cries did.  
    Gabriel stood, pushing his hard cock around in
his pants, looking her over with a smug grin.   “We must de-board here and catch the next train.   Move quickly.”
    Quickly?   Her limbs were like
rubber.   There was no moving, let alone
quickly.   Michel was already at his feet, a large duffel in hand.   He’d recovered so quickly.   Perhaps these two men were so familiar with
pleasure that they’d lost the appreciation for it.   She wanted to laze there in her seat and
revel in the pleasure they’d given her.   Gabriel eyed her and she stood, unhappily.   Shimmying, she brought her dress back down
around her thighs.
    The train stopped and she wobbled in her
heels.   Just her luck she’d get taken to
Europe
and she’d be wearing knock-off