[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]attentions to her collarbones, licking the hollows and dips, while Trey engulfed one nipple in his mouth, so
that she arched and cried out. At the hoarse
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sound, Brin lifted his head and chuckled. Then he wrapped his tongue around her other nipple and
tugged.
Forcing her eyes open, Anje stared down at the two heads bent to her pleasure, one red-gold, the other
dark as night. Their mouths were hot and wet, but qualitatively different, and the eroticism of it made her
insane. Trey hovered on the verge of rough, suckling her deep, pulling at her sensitive flesh. Brin s mouth
was firm and gentle, rolling and tugging, compressing her against his tongue and releasing, over and over.
Trey s fingers were still crammed deliciously hard into her sheath. It must be Brin toying with the cleft
between her buttocks, gathering the flooding moisture from her labia and massaging it into her perineum
and back over the rosette of her anus.
His touch was featherlight, but she wriggled with discomfort. He stopped, but he didn t shift the pad of
his finger from its resting place over her bottom. With a last, lingering lick, he released her breast.
Trey. There was no response. Trey!
What? Trey hummed over her nipple and fluttered his fingers. Anje breathed deeply. She would not
beg, she wouldnot. But if someone didn t fuck her soon, she was going to break bones.
Move your hand. I ve got to taste her. As if the words had tweaked a nerve, her sex contracted.
Lufra!Anje, be careful! Trey lifted his head abruptly and her nipple slid free with a plop. That s my
sword hand! He pulled his fingers out, and pretended to examine them anxiously. They glistened with
her juices. He cocked a mischievous eye at Brin and popped them into his mouth. Mmm.
Brin growled and knocked him out of the way with his shoulder. Trey laughed as he rolled over, but Brin
took Anje s buttocks in his big hands without a word. He lifted her to his mouth.
And devoured.
Shoving his shoulders under her thighs, he swiped his broad tongue through the creamy wetness of her
slit, avoiding her clit at the top of the stroke. He did it again and again, with great deliberation, each time
drawing slightly closer to the bundle of quivering nerves. Holy Mother, it must be the size of her fist!
His tongue was as hot as a brand, igniting every fold and muscle in her sex.
Cursing viciously, Anje sank her fingers into his hair and yanked. Ow! His head came up and his eyes
met hers over the slight curve of her belly, the rise of her breasts. The inferno of the goddess filled his
pupils with flame.
Make me come! she gritted. Now!
For the first time, she saw Brin smile with his whole heart and the sight of it stopped her breath. Mother
save her, he had a dimple! Oh, she was lost, lost.
He licked his lips, shiny with her juices. My pleasure, he purred and sucked her clitoris into his mouth.
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Anje went rigid, her back arching until only her shoulders were touching the bedding. He pressed one
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long finger into her vagina, massaging her clitoris from the inside. Time seemed to stop as she rode the
edge of her culmination. Brin rubbed another finger over the tight hole of her bottom, exerting a steady,
gentle pressure. The ring of muscle yielded and he sank in up to the first knuckle.
Anje yelped, her eyes snapping open at the unfamiliar sensation. Brin stroked and sucked and stroked
and sucked. So many sensations experienced simultaneously created a firestorm of desire that made her
writhe helplessly. High, panting cries jerked out of her, one after the other.
Trey cupped one breast in both hands and fed it into his hot mouth as if it was a ripe gaeta fruit. Then he
clamped his lips over the distended crest, pulling it taut with lingering relish.
She had no breath left to scream. The climax rolled over her like a procession of earthquakes,
pulverizing her bones, leaving her limp and fractured.
With a moan, she let her eyes fall shut, luxuriating in the delicious aftershocks. A warm, hard hand
cupped her mons, holding her firmly while she shuddered, and she murmured her appreciation.
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