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Authors: Georgette St. Clair
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him again.
He worked his way down between her parted thighs and, lips still sticky with champagne, lapped at her pussy. His tongue rasped tantalizingly over her tight opening and she gave a hoarse moan in a voice she hardly recognized as her own. He sucked on her clitoris as though the tiny, sensitive bud was a sweet little candy, and pleasure rolled through her body, so intense it left her gasping and writhing and damp with sweat.
Clayton kissed the nape of her neck and the twin sensations – one mouth on her spine and the other between her legs – sent tendrils of heat swirling through her. A sweet, desperate pleasure started to build in her pelvis and she flexed her hips, trying to get closer to Holt’s busily working lips and tongue.
Lapping at her clitoris, he brought his hand up and slowly, with maddening pressure, worked one finger into her tight channel, bearing irresistibly into her. She felt her private muscles clenching against him, greedy to have him inside her.
He broke away, gasping, to murmur, “You’re so wet,” and his hot breath on her intimate flesh almost sent her tumbling over the edge into orgasm.
Then they were pulling her, turning her, stroking her fleshy thighs and squeezing her buttocks, murmuring sweet nothings, and she found herself on all fours, panting with exertion and need, tilting her hips in wanton, animal invitation.
Behind her Holt growled and ran his tongue up, over her clit, dipping briefly into her sopping, clenching channel and over the intimate puckered flesh of her anus, making her squeak with a combination of surprise and unbearable arousal.
As she opened her eyes she found Clayton kneeling in front of her, his penis erect and straining just in front of her parted lips. A pearly bead of moisture trembled on the tip and she opened her mouth to swirl her tongue over the head of his dick.
He ran his fingers into the shining locks of her dark hair, not drawing her towards him but holding himself perfectly still as he allowed her to take him deeper. His hoarse, low cry sent pulses of pleasure trembling through her body just as Holt positioned the head of his cock against her pulsing, needy flesh.
She found herself unable to breathe as she sucked on Clayton’s cock and Holt entered her in a single, smooth thrust. Her pussy clenched and she trembled from head to toe for glorious, tortured moments. She was so full, unable to move or think, until they both pulled back and she was left empty and panting, her head hanging, shoulders heaving.
Then Holt kneaded the soft flesh of her generous ass and he entered her again. His breath came in short, sharp bursts and she could feel the tension in his body, the rigid control he was exercising to keep from thrusting into her hard enough to hurt
She felt a wild pressure growing – a tingling heaviness that built and built in her belly, pulsed in her clit. She cried out again and again, her voice harsh, her pussy clutching at Holt’s cock.
He guided her to her knees, bringing her back against his body. He pumped rapidly, desperately, kneading her breasts, and came with a rough shout, continuing to pound into her until he collapsed back, tumbling her down with him in a sweaty, sated tangle of limbs. He moaned his contentment and clutched her to him when she tried to move away, his body strong and sure beneath her spine.
Clayton followed them down, fisting his straining dick, his handsome face locked in hard lines of arousal. His eyes, like coffee with a swirl of caramel, strong and yet sweet, held hers as he shuddered and spilled himself over his hand and onto the softness of her belly.
As he supported himself above them on straining arms he allowed his head to drop against her collarbone and put his lips against her throat. He inhaled deeply, as though taking in her scent, then rolled to the side and off her body. Amelia took the opportunity to disentangle herself from Holt, who snuggled back contentedly against her
He worked his way down between her parted thighs and, lips still sticky with champagne, lapped at her pussy. His tongue rasped tantalizingly over her tight opening and she gave a hoarse moan in a voice she hardly recognized as her own. He sucked on her clitoris as though the tiny, sensitive bud was a sweet little candy, and pleasure rolled through her body, so intense it left her gasping and writhing and damp with sweat.
Clayton kissed the nape of her neck and the twin sensations – one mouth on her spine and the other between her legs – sent tendrils of heat swirling through her. A sweet, desperate pleasure started to build in her pelvis and she flexed her hips, trying to get closer to Holt’s busily working lips and tongue.
Lapping at her clitoris, he brought his hand up and slowly, with maddening pressure, worked one finger into her tight channel, bearing irresistibly into her. She felt her private muscles clenching against him, greedy to have him inside her.
He broke away, gasping, to murmur, “You’re so wet,” and his hot breath on her intimate flesh almost sent her tumbling over the edge into orgasm.
Then they were pulling her, turning her, stroking her fleshy thighs and squeezing her buttocks, murmuring sweet nothings, and she found herself on all fours, panting with exertion and need, tilting her hips in wanton, animal invitation.
Behind her Holt growled and ran his tongue up, over her clit, dipping briefly into her sopping, clenching channel and over the intimate puckered flesh of her anus, making her squeak with a combination of surprise and unbearable arousal.
As she opened her eyes she found Clayton kneeling in front of her, his penis erect and straining just in front of her parted lips. A pearly bead of moisture trembled on the tip and she opened her mouth to swirl her tongue over the head of his dick.
He ran his fingers into the shining locks of her dark hair, not drawing her towards him but holding himself perfectly still as he allowed her to take him deeper. His hoarse, low cry sent pulses of pleasure trembling through her body just as Holt positioned the head of his cock against her pulsing, needy flesh.
She found herself unable to breathe as she sucked on Clayton’s cock and Holt entered her in a single, smooth thrust. Her pussy clenched and she trembled from head to toe for glorious, tortured moments. She was so full, unable to move or think, until they both pulled back and she was left empty and panting, her head hanging, shoulders heaving.
Then Holt kneaded the soft flesh of her generous ass and he entered her again. His breath came in short, sharp bursts and she could feel the tension in his body, the rigid control he was exercising to keep from thrusting into her hard enough to hurt
She felt a wild pressure growing – a tingling heaviness that built and built in her belly, pulsed in her clit. She cried out again and again, her voice harsh, her pussy clutching at Holt’s cock.
He guided her to her knees, bringing her back against his body. He pumped rapidly, desperately, kneading her breasts, and came with a rough shout, continuing to pound into her until he collapsed back, tumbling her down with him in a sweaty, sated tangle of limbs. He moaned his contentment and clutched her to him when she tried to move away, his body strong and sure beneath her spine.
Clayton followed them down, fisting his straining dick, his handsome face locked in hard lines of arousal. His eyes, like coffee with a swirl of caramel, strong and yet sweet, held hers as he shuddered and spilled himself over his hand and onto the softness of her belly.
As he supported himself above them on straining arms he allowed his head to drop against her collarbone and put his lips against her throat. He inhaled deeply, as though taking in her scent, then rolled to the side and off her body. Amelia took the opportunity to disentangle herself from Holt, who snuggled back contentedly against her
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