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blissful expression on his face, and Sar’s wet
    balls sucked up against his body. Another orgasm shook her, but
    nothing in her entire life had prepared her for what happened next.
    Lon smiled down at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m
    gonna fuck him with his own cum. Watch me.”
    Lon hopped off the table as Nalira rolled over onto her stomach.
    This, she had to see.
    Grabbing Sar around the waist, Lon pulled him toward the bed,
    bending him at the hips to display the muscular cheeks of his butt. His
    asshole was already slick with the oil that Nalira had used, but Lon
    added even more lubrication in the form of Sar’s creamy semen.
    “You got him nice and relaxed for me, Nalira,” Lon said with
    approval. “Now I just have to open up his ass and spit.”

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    Nalira felt like her clitoris was about to do some ejaculating of its
    own as she watched the semen drop into Sar’s hot, pink hole. Lon
    then positioned himself and slid his dick up and down in Sar’s crack,
    coating it with a mixture of oil and cum. He probed at the anus and
    then stopped, waiting.
    “Come on, Sar,” Lon urged. “Fuck me.”
    Sar groaned and backed into him, driving Lon’s cock deep into his
    ass.
    Nalira let out a gasp as she imagined his pain, but Sar certainly
    didn’t appear to be suffering. Instead, he took control of the situation
    and bounced against Lon as hard as he could.
    “No, it doesn’t hurt, Nalira,” he assured her. “This is the best way
    to do it. You become the fucker instead of the one being fucked. It’s
    incredible.”
    Lon grinned wickedly. “Want to give it a try?”
    “Actually, I’d rather be the filling in a Sar-Lon sandwich.” Nalira
    burst out laughing at her own audacity. She’d never even thought of
    such a thing before, but the words had just popped out.
    Lon laughed right along with her. “If I nail him hard enough, he’ll
    get it up again, and then we can do that. Watch this.” With that, he
    grabbed Sar by the shoulders and pulled him upright. Hooking his
    arms under Sar’s armpits, Lon unleashed a series of wild plunges that
    had Sar’s genitals bouncing like ping-pong balls. He was right,
    though, because Sar’s cock went from limp to rock-hard in seconds.
    “I like to do this in front of a mirror so I can watch him come,” Lon
    said. “He sprays spooge all over the place.”
    While this was something Nalira would have dearly loved to
    witness, her original idea was sounding better by the second, and Lon
    seemed to agree.
    Sar let out a sob as Lon withdrew. “Gotta go wash my dick,” Lon
    said cheerfully, giving Sar a slap on the ass. “Then I’m nailing you,
    Nalira, so get ready.”
    If Nalira had been any more ready, she would have melted into a

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    puddle, but Sar had other ideas. With a grin that was somehow
    different from Lon’s, he picked up the bottle of oil. Closing her eyes,
    she felt his oiled fingers slide between her buttocks. He did the same
    thing she’d done to him, but being the recipient was so much better.
    As his finger slid through the thick ring of muscle to stimulate the
    sensitive mucosa, Nalira moaned out loud, rising up to push against
    his finger, mimicking what he’d done with Lon’s cock.
    “You’re a quick learner,” Sar said, a touch of pride in his tone.
    “Graduated law school at the top of my class,” she murmured.
    “But they never taught me anything like this.”
    “Tell me, are you still in pain anywhere—your back or
    shoulders?”
    If there was any smugness in his voice, Nalira couldn’t detect it,
    but he could have been as smug as he liked, for Nalira felt no pain,
    only intense pleasure. “None whatsoever.” Sighing deeply, she added,
    “That feels so good.”
    Sar’s deep-throated chuckle made her shiver. “I know.”
    Lon returned, his stiffly upcocked penis a deep reddish-purple
    from the scrubbing he’d given it. “I should have let you wash me,
    Nalira. Having