rip!”
“Interesting choice of words,” Nalira remarked, and she let him
have it—hard and fast and deep. In her wildest dreams, she never
imagined anything feeling quite as good, and it was certainly better
than anything Harku could manage.
Closing her eyes, she fucked him relentlessly, determined to make
him come in her ass. The pleasure was so intense she was sobbing out
loud and had no warning that Lon was approaching until he took her
face in his hands and kissed her.
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Lon had waited as long as he could. Watching Nalira fuck Sar
against the wall almost had him ejaculating into the air. Her hands
were braced on her bent knees and her hair hung in seductive tangles,
while her face displayed the most blatant effects of carnal lust he’d
ever seen. Her lips were blood red and swollen, her cheeks flushed,
and her lashes sparkled with tears. Her ecstatic cries reached him on a
visceral level, and watching her naked breasts bounce and sway with
each thrust was almost more than he could take. He needed to feel
them pressed tightly against his chest.
The penetrating kiss was a mere prelude to what he had in mind.
Grabbing a nearby chair, he shoved Sar into it and flipped Nalira’s
legs up in the air. “Let’s fuck.”
Nalira reached between her legs. Separating her deep pink labia,
she invited him inside.
Lon’s breath went out with a sigh as he plunged his aching cock
past those swollen folds, her soft, wet flesh caressing his stiff shaft in a soothing embrace—an embrace that promised the sweetest release
of his life. He’d heard women criticized for seeking the perfect cock,
but he was certain he’d not only found the perfect pussy, but also the
perfect woman. Her eyes were soft and unfocused, but still pleaded
with him to stay right where he was—forever.
As he moved, he felt the head of Sar’s dick rake the underside of
his penis through the thin wall of muscle that separated them. He
loved Sar to distraction but suspected that in Nalira, they had found a
lover to satisfy them both. Nuzzling her neck, he breathed in her
scent. “How does it feel to be full of hot, hard cock?”
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Her reply was barely a whisper. “Like nothing I’ve ever dreamed
of—like being complete for the very first time.”
Lon nodded. “I feel the same way.” Bending his knees, he altered
the angle and let out a groan. “I can feel your sweet spot and Sar’s
cock at the same time.” Curling his hips under, he rocked into her
with agonizing slowness, reveling in the sensation. How one man’s
penis could be the source of so much pleasure was beyond his
comprehension. He and Sar had done this many times before, but the
contrast between Nalira and any of the others was as vast as the
difference between a moon and a star. There was simply no
comparison.
Sar had his hands on Nalira’s chest, slowly teasing her nipples
until they were hard and shiny—like pebbles tossed about in a rushing
stream. Both his and Nalira’s eyes were dreamy and unfocused, lost in
the bliss of the moment. Lon could sense that what had begun as a
wild fuckfest had somehow softened to become an almost reverent
worship of each other’s bodies—one that none of them seemed to
want to rush to completion.
Lon backed out slowly, reluctantly. “Let’s take this to the bed.”
Nalira nodded, offering her hand.
Sar, however, had an even better idea. Wrapping his arms around
the precious bundle of woman in his lap, he stood up and carried her
to the bed, keeping her firmly planted on his cock. Taking a seat on
the edge, he scooted across the sheets until he was flat on his back in
the center with Nalira’s lush body draped over his own. Sar’s cock
was still lodged deep in her ass, but his balls rested tantalizingly on
the bed—too much for Lon to resist. Crawling up between their
outstretched legs, he lapped up her slick pussy juice before moving
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