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Wow.
First, I got him to cuddle.
Now, he’s taking off of work?
Am I really worth this much fucking effort?
Should I do more to guarantee that I am?
“I um…” fidgeting with the red pen behind my ear is nervously done, “I don’t even think I have anything to wear for a ‘date’.”
“I know we don’t,” Kipp sweetly proclaims, capturing our attention once more. “On Sunday, we’ll hit up Clothes Valley, the local thrift store, and then grab groceries.”
“I like the sound of that,” I softly coo prior to pecking him with a kiss on the cheek.
“You know what I like the sound of?” Nolan mischievously inquires, tone darkening. Tossing a curious glance in his direction has me being exposed to a small lick of his lips. “You coming on my cock.”
Not whimpering is impossible.
“That’s a good sound,” Kipp’s agreement is matched with the same delicious cadence, demanding my gaze shifts to him. “I like the one you make when choking on mine.”
Suppressing it a second time isn’t any easier.
“She can make both at once…” I cut my eyes back over to the dark stare that’s creating an uncontrollable ache between my thighs. “Ain’t that right, Rabbit?”
Airy whines are followed by trance-like nods.
“Words,” he demands as his hand gives his lengthening cock a hard squeeze over his khaki work pants.
“Yes, Sir.”
His moan is echoed by Kipp who then latches one hand onto the nape of my neck to pull my mouth onto his. Our tongues hungrily wind around one another, using the jewelry like an added toy to our fun, flirty, feathering while Nolan’s hands guide themselves to the band of my sleep shorts where they harshly tug.
And tug.
And tug until I break free from The Kid’s eager mouth only to turn and have Nolan capture it instead.
Unlike his best friend that executes every move with precision and intention, he wildly whips his tongue around, delivering lashes that are accompanied by a hand balling the material of his old Metallica t-shirt I’m sporting, keeping me completely imprisoned, only allowing me to be liberated when his best friend inches his fingers into my hair and yanks me back into a kiss with him.
Being pulled and yanked and yanked and pulled causes my senses to spin.
My breathing to struggle.
My ability to do anything other than pant to disappear.
The transition from clothed to naked is much slower than the one from sitting to on my knees yet the voracity is the same.
Neither man can hold himself back from bending and molding and curving me into the position they just claimed to be their favorite.
Having Kipp’s dick dart down my throat at the exact same time Nolan’s rams inside successfully gets me shuddering and screaming from the intensity of being double filled.
Split wide from both ends.
“Such a hungry little slut,” Nolan groans on another slam forward.
Cries of objection – or perhaps agreement – have my throat constricting mercilessly around Kipp’s cock, an action that receives a hot hiss prior to praise. “Fuck, baby, you’re such a good girl swallowing me like that.”
Moaning over his words and whimpering from being pounded by Nolan crafts a salacious symphony of spit infused screeches. Wetness profusely drips past my suctioned lips, down my quivering throat, to the same steady speed stickiness from my pussy slathers itself along my inner thighs, painting me in my own juices.
