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slap struck one cheek, and her head shot up.
    “Fuck me, master. Fuck me.”
    Another slap landed across her ass, and she screamed. She was so painfully aroused that the sting no longer registered.
    “Again,” he commanded.
    “Fuck me, master,” she wailed.
    A sharp slap struck her outer pussy lips, and she screamed. Desire tore through her flesh leaving her raw and exposed.
    “Again!”
    “Fuck me, master, please, I beg of you.” Tears streamed down her face, and she bucked her hips toward him.
    Santos thrust inside and her breath rushed from her lungs. His hand slid between her thighs and into her pussy. Slipping between the damp folds, he fingered her clit.
    Every muscle in her body screamed with her need for orgasm. She shoved back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Lifting her head from the duvet, her cheeks were slick with tears. Sobs were torn from her mouth as the pressure increased.
    Antonio sat against the headboard watching them. His gaze was heavy, aroused and he reached for his cock. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to stroke.
    She whimpered. There was something undeniably naughty about on man fucking her in the ass while another lover watched them. She licked her lips, her body thrusting even harder against the cock in her ass and the hand in her pussy.
    It was forbidden, wicked. Only in her wildest fantasies had she ever dreamed this scenario would play out, starring her.
    “I’m going to come, slave,” Santos rumbled. “But you may not. Not until we give you permission.”
    She opened her mouth to complain then Santos delivered another sharp, painful smack to her ass. Fire scorched her flesh, and she shuddered. The need for release backed off leaving her panting. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep herself from coming.
    Santos’s hand left her pussy to latch onto her hip. His grip tightened, and his thrusts grew rough. Her pussy burned with the need to be filled. How could they torture her so?
    With a final thrust, Santos buried his cock deep in her ass. He jerked, and the hot flood of his release filled her.
    Antonio’s cock stood at attention, his hand continuing to stroke. Her pussy ached, and she needed him to fill her. To fuck her. Her body was tense with unrealized orgasm. Behind her, Santos pulled out though she couldn’t make herself move.
    Gentle hands took control of her body, and she was eased onto her back. Her lashes fluttered. Santos took her cuffed hands and raised them over her head. She wrapped her fingers around the rails of the headboard.
    “I’m going to eat your sweet cunt, Beauty.” Antonio pushed her thighs open. “Remember, you’re not to come until we tell you.”
    Antonio’s chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Jane swallowed hard, and her pussy clenched when he bent his head. His tongue plunged into her needy flesh and she bucked, her body bowing upward. She didn’t care what he did to her, just so he would allow her to come.
    “How does she taste?” Santos voice sounded from somewhere to her right.
    “Delicious. She’s ready to come any second.” Antonio pressed his finger against her clit forcing her orgasm to back down. “She can last a little while longer.”
    “No, I can’t, please—”
    “We’re in charge here, slave.” Santos reappeared, and he had a wicked smile on his face. “You can’t come until we say you can.”
    “You’re killing me,” she hissed.
    “Then you’ll die of bliss.”
    Antonio moved from between her thighs. Reaching for her hands, he urged her to release the headboard. Santos produced the key and removed the cuffs from her wrists.
    “That’s better.” Antonio murmured. “Now we can have some fun.”
    Her stomach flopped when he covered her. His big body pressed her into the bed and his thick thigh slipped between hers. She rocked her hips, desperate for anything to relieve her torment.
    “She’s ready to ride,” Santos said.
    “We’ll see how far this beauty can go.”
    Antonio pressed his other