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Authors: Rachel Billings
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Their gazes met over Annie’s head, two happy, sated males loving their woman.
Chapter Five
Annabelle spent the next month in a blissful, sexual haze. Rowen and Kevin were busy with their shows. She had time to work every morning and was very productive, energized, it seemed, by the incredible fuck party she was in the midst of.
Both the guys would generally sleep in, coming home late after the last curtain. Most nights she was asleep on the couch by that time. A two-stud girl needed to recharge, after all. Whoever got there first would carry her into his bed, if he didn’t start fucking her right there on the couch. If they were still going at it—and seldom was it a quick fuck, with whichever one got home first—the second would usually join in when he got there. Occasionally, he’d just stand and watch, adding a bit of spicy voyeurism that was a surprising turn on for Annabelle.
If it happened that her first fuck of the night was done, if she was drifting off in post-coital lethargy, well, she usually woke up being carried to a different bed, where some part of her would be filled with cock number two.
Most often Rowen was the next one up in the morning. She’d put her paints away and join him for a late breakfast and coffee. He seemed to like their quiet chats, though every so often one thing would lead to another.
Kevin always woke with a hard-on. If he was the first one out of his room, she’d find herself ass-up over her painting stool, or on her knees in the kitchen. When he was the last one out of bed, he wasn’t above interrupting whatever conversation she and Ro were having. He’d stand there like, here’s my cock, do something with it, already. Sometimes he’d give her tit a cursory squeeze and then just fill her mouth. Other times he’d tease her, fingering her, playing with her breasts until she just gave up, lay back on the table, and spread her legs. Whatever it was in the end, and often that was exactly where it was, he made sure she enjoyed it, and Ro, too.
She loved best when one or both of them didn’t have a show and were home with her in the evening. Kevin picked up Rowen’s habit of those constant touches, strokes, and kisses that kept her fire stoked all through dinner.
If there was couch time, they’d both play with her. She might lie between them, sucking one cock while the other lazily fucked her pussy. Those nights invariably ended with a wild double-fuck. They’d have her panting, begging for it, long before they gave it to her.
When Kevin was home alone with her, the play on the couch was more serious. Rowen had significant dom tendencies, but with Kevin, it was no holds barred.
Tonight, the two of them had eaten across the table from each other. Her breasts were out, the way he liked—the way he demanded—the scoop neck of her tee bunching them up and making a nice display of them. The short skirt that he’d picked out for her had been no defense against his roving fingers. She might as well have not bothered.
When she’d finished in the kitchen, he was on the couch, scrolling through YouPorn connected to their big-screen TV. The man did love to watch women getting fucked. When she walked in, his attention went to her for only a second. “Get me a beer, will you?”
She came back with an opened longneck. He had himself out, stroking his cock into an erection by that time.
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “You know how I like my beer.”
She did. Pussy flavored. She was already hot when she lifted her high-heeled foot and put it on the couch next to him.
“Lose the skirt,” he instructed.
She had to step back down to shimmy out of it, and his impatience showed. As soon as she had it off and her foot up, he worked the beer bottle up her cunt. He watched her as he fucked her with it a few times, then took it out and slugged down half of it with a little hum of appreciation.
She made the mistake of taking her foot back. He looked her over, clearly
Chapter Five
Annabelle spent the next month in a blissful, sexual haze. Rowen and Kevin were busy with their shows. She had time to work every morning and was very productive, energized, it seemed, by the incredible fuck party she was in the midst of.
Both the guys would generally sleep in, coming home late after the last curtain. Most nights she was asleep on the couch by that time. A two-stud girl needed to recharge, after all. Whoever got there first would carry her into his bed, if he didn’t start fucking her right there on the couch. If they were still going at it—and seldom was it a quick fuck, with whichever one got home first—the second would usually join in when he got there. Occasionally, he’d just stand and watch, adding a bit of spicy voyeurism that was a surprising turn on for Annabelle.
If it happened that her first fuck of the night was done, if she was drifting off in post-coital lethargy, well, she usually woke up being carried to a different bed, where some part of her would be filled with cock number two.
Most often Rowen was the next one up in the morning. She’d put her paints away and join him for a late breakfast and coffee. He seemed to like their quiet chats, though every so often one thing would lead to another.
Kevin always woke with a hard-on. If he was the first one out of his room, she’d find herself ass-up over her painting stool, or on her knees in the kitchen. When he was the last one out of bed, he wasn’t above interrupting whatever conversation she and Ro were having. He’d stand there like, here’s my cock, do something with it, already. Sometimes he’d give her tit a cursory squeeze and then just fill her mouth. Other times he’d tease her, fingering her, playing with her breasts until she just gave up, lay back on the table, and spread her legs. Whatever it was in the end, and often that was exactly where it was, he made sure she enjoyed it, and Ro, too.
She loved best when one or both of them didn’t have a show and were home with her in the evening. Kevin picked up Rowen’s habit of those constant touches, strokes, and kisses that kept her fire stoked all through dinner.
If there was couch time, they’d both play with her. She might lie between them, sucking one cock while the other lazily fucked her pussy. Those nights invariably ended with a wild double-fuck. They’d have her panting, begging for it, long before they gave it to her.
When Kevin was home alone with her, the play on the couch was more serious. Rowen had significant dom tendencies, but with Kevin, it was no holds barred.
Tonight, the two of them had eaten across the table from each other. Her breasts were out, the way he liked—the way he demanded—the scoop neck of her tee bunching them up and making a nice display of them. The short skirt that he’d picked out for her had been no defense against his roving fingers. She might as well have not bothered.
When she’d finished in the kitchen, he was on the couch, scrolling through YouPorn connected to their big-screen TV. The man did love to watch women getting fucked. When she walked in, his attention went to her for only a second. “Get me a beer, will you?”
She came back with an opened longneck. He had himself out, stroking his cock into an erection by that time.
He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “You know how I like my beer.”
She did. Pussy flavored. She was already hot when she lifted her high-heeled foot and put it on the couch next to him.
“Lose the skirt,” he instructed.
She had to step back down to shimmy out of it, and his impatience showed. As soon as she had it off and her foot up, he worked the beer bottle up her cunt. He watched her as he fucked her with it a few times, then took it out and slugged down half of it with a little hum of appreciation.
She made the mistake of taking her foot back. He looked her over, clearly
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