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Authors: Qwillia Rain
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body was beyond the ability to obey the commands of my mind. Four pairs of hands eased me to my feet while two more pair spread thick towels over a plastic mat on my living room floor. They lifted and positioned me in the middle of the towels, my upper body held higher than my lower as cool wine dribbled over my breasts to spill down my belly and pool between my legs.
Each man took a turn drizzling wine over my skin before lapping the liquor from my body. Once sated and the bottle emptied, they dipped thick washcloths into a basin of warm water. The liquid felt refreshing against my sweat-drenched flesh. They paid particular attention to my labia and vagina. Six times the swollen flesh was rinsed, a gentle stream of water squeezed from the cloth into my channel. By the time the last man had ministered to my body, I was on fire with arousal. Glistening with water, they draped me over a padded chaise someone had dragged from my bedroom and positioned in the center of the living room floor.
My body became a meal for the men. George remained outside the ring as Aaron and Vincent fondled a breast each, their wet, warm mouths suckling the stiffened peaks, while Terry and Elkin guided my hands around their pulsing shafts. Garrick mounted me first, slipping his thick, condom-sheathed length deep within me, clasping my hips tight to his as he pumped and strained toward climax. His shudders came only minutes later, while my channel quivered, but didn’t spasm in its own satisfaction. Sliding away, Garrick disappeared to dispose of the protection before returning to drape himself across the sofa, while keeping a keen eye on the four men surrounding me.
Elkin eased my hand from around him, rolled the thin latex barrier down his swollen cock, and moved between my spread thighs. Straddling one, he twisted me onto my hip, forcing Terry to abandon my breast and claim my free hand. As Terry tightened my fingers over his thick cock, Elkin dipped his hips and thrust into me from a nearly sideways position.
The hot sac of his balls caressed the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. His unique position, the dual sensation of him inside me and the sway of his flesh along my inner thigh, sent me Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
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rocketing into orgasm. My hot sheath milked his pulsing length in rhythmic waves, drawing a guttural cry from his lips as he came in a great, thrusting rush.
My own cry was quickly silenced by warm lips covering my mouth. Garrick had moved to the head of my chaise, his amber eyes heated and commanding as he swallowed my cries of completion. A flicker of something registered in my mind, shied away, and slid into the shadows before I could capture any understanding. As my orgasm eased, his kiss softened to a silky caress of lips against lips, before he drew away and returned to his position on the sofa once again. A quick glance at George had my heart skipping in my chest. He wasn’t watching me. Eyes narrowed, face curiously remote and devoid of expression, he examined Garrick steadily until the other man met his gaze. No battle of wills, but a frisson of awareness scuttled through my body at the exchange. Just as quickly as it had happened, the moment passed and my attention was drawn back to the men worshiping the curves of my flesh.
Vincent replaced Elkin as my attendees dwindled and the audience grew. A temporary lassitude filled me as Vincent arranged my body to his satisfaction by pulling me to the very edge of the chaise and wrapping my thighs about his hips. Rocking forward so just the very tip of his broad, condom-covered penis penetrated the opening of my body, Vincent took his time easing in and out of me. Playing an adept game of cat and mouse, he teased my body into a frenzy with tiny pulses and sudden, deep-plunging thrusts that had my breasts swaying and bouncing.
Vincent had to have been the most practiced lover of the group. His stamina surpassed George’s as he built within my exhausted body a sexual
Each man took a turn drizzling wine over my skin before lapping the liquor from my body. Once sated and the bottle emptied, they dipped thick washcloths into a basin of warm water. The liquid felt refreshing against my sweat-drenched flesh. They paid particular attention to my labia and vagina. Six times the swollen flesh was rinsed, a gentle stream of water squeezed from the cloth into my channel. By the time the last man had ministered to my body, I was on fire with arousal. Glistening with water, they draped me over a padded chaise someone had dragged from my bedroom and positioned in the center of the living room floor.
My body became a meal for the men. George remained outside the ring as Aaron and Vincent fondled a breast each, their wet, warm mouths suckling the stiffened peaks, while Terry and Elkin guided my hands around their pulsing shafts. Garrick mounted me first, slipping his thick, condom-sheathed length deep within me, clasping my hips tight to his as he pumped and strained toward climax. His shudders came only minutes later, while my channel quivered, but didn’t spasm in its own satisfaction. Sliding away, Garrick disappeared to dispose of the protection before returning to drape himself across the sofa, while keeping a keen eye on the four men surrounding me.
Elkin eased my hand from around him, rolled the thin latex barrier down his swollen cock, and moved between my spread thighs. Straddling one, he twisted me onto my hip, forcing Terry to abandon my breast and claim my free hand. As Terry tightened my fingers over his thick cock, Elkin dipped his hips and thrust into me from a nearly sideways position.
The hot sac of his balls caressed the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. His unique position, the dual sensation of him inside me and the sway of his flesh along my inner thigh, sent me Meeting a Neighbor’s Needs
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rocketing into orgasm. My hot sheath milked his pulsing length in rhythmic waves, drawing a guttural cry from his lips as he came in a great, thrusting rush.
My own cry was quickly silenced by warm lips covering my mouth. Garrick had moved to the head of my chaise, his amber eyes heated and commanding as he swallowed my cries of completion. A flicker of something registered in my mind, shied away, and slid into the shadows before I could capture any understanding. As my orgasm eased, his kiss softened to a silky caress of lips against lips, before he drew away and returned to his position on the sofa once again. A quick glance at George had my heart skipping in my chest. He wasn’t watching me. Eyes narrowed, face curiously remote and devoid of expression, he examined Garrick steadily until the other man met his gaze. No battle of wills, but a frisson of awareness scuttled through my body at the exchange. Just as quickly as it had happened, the moment passed and my attention was drawn back to the men worshiping the curves of my flesh.
Vincent replaced Elkin as my attendees dwindled and the audience grew. A temporary lassitude filled me as Vincent arranged my body to his satisfaction by pulling me to the very edge of the chaise and wrapping my thighs about his hips. Rocking forward so just the very tip of his broad, condom-covered penis penetrated the opening of my body, Vincent took his time easing in and out of me. Playing an adept game of cat and mouse, he teased my body into a frenzy with tiny pulses and sudden, deep-plunging thrusts that had my breasts swaying and bouncing.
Vincent had to have been the most practiced lover of the group. His stamina surpassed George’s as he built within my exhausted body a sexual
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