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“Unless you’re already spent,” Madden continues, amusement making his lips curl into a mischievous smile.
“Spent?” I laugh back at him, sitting up on the counter and taking my legs off of his shoulder. Reaching for him, I place two fingers under his chin and make him go up to his feet. I brush my lips against his, tasting the flavor of my own pussy in his mouth, and only then do I continue speaking. “It takes a lot more than that to exhaust me, you know?”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispers, tangling his fingers on my hair and pressing his body against mine. I gasp as I feel my tits pinned against his chest, his crotch dangerously close to my pussy. Looking down, I can see his cock pushing back against the fabric of his pants, and I simply can’t stop myself from taking one hand there and giving his huge member one hard squeeze. “You like that?” He asks me, the devil’s voice in his lips. “You can have it, you know? All of it.”
“You can have whatever you want from us,” Tristan says, joining the conversation. I look at him, feeling my mouth going dry, and I take my free hand to his crotch, curling my fingers around the thick shape under his pants. Holding both their cocks in my hand, my heart starts hammering anxiously against my chest, and my brain starts spinning out of control.
Here I am, completely naked and at the mercy of the two most handsome men on Earth. Their cocks are hard and ready, and all I have to do is tell them that, yes, I want them to fuck me. And, swear to God, I want to do that so fucking bad. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a desire so intense like this.
But no - I can’t fold right now. I’ve made it this far, and I’m not giving up.
Letting go of their cocks, I place my hands on the counter and slide down from it; walking past both men, I let a sigh escape my lips as I walk across the kitchen. I need to take a moment right now, or else I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Where are you going?” Tristan asks me, but I just turn on my heels and grab one of the chairs close to the small side table. I sit down on it , facing both men, and then throw the devil’s smile at them.
“I’m going nowhere,” I purr, running my hands up the side of my body and placing them over my breasts. I mash them together, my eyes never leaving his, and they start walking toward me, their eyes widening as that raging hunger takes over them again. “And neither are you. Take your shirts off,” I tell them, surprising myself with the commanding tone of my voice.
They exchange a quick glance, and what do you know? They obey me - raising their hands slowly, they start unbuttoning their shirts, revealing their toned chest to me. I watch them do it in silence, and now I feel my lips going dry as their abs come into sight, perfect squares of muscles that look like a top-of-the-shelves washboard.
“What now?” Madden asks me as he pushes the shirt down his arms, and I can tell that he’s dying to hear my next command.
“Now...” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Your belts, unbuckle them.”
“Bossy. I like that,” Tristan chuckles as he takes his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it, my eyes following every motion of their hands. They pull their zippers down, and my heart skips a beat as their cotton boxer briefs come into sight, their hard cocks stretching the fabric thin.
Taking their shoes off and kicking them to the side, they then push their pants down their legs and step out of them. Now standing only in their boxer briefs, I have to fight against the urge to crawl up to them and rip that last piece of clothing off their bodies.
Ah, but why fight such a beautiful urge?
“Come closer,” I whisper, and their feet carry them to me. They stop just a few steps away from me, but they’re close enough for me to raise my arms and reach for them with my open hands. I flatten them over their boxer briefs, exhaling sharply as I feel the warmness of their cocks, and then I curl my fingers over the edge of their underwear.
Holding my breath now, I start pulling their boxer briefs down. Their cocks spring free in a heartbeat and, before I can stop myself, I’ve already slid down the chair. I kneel right in front of them and push their boxers down their legs, then taking a moment to look at them in all of their naked glory.
More than just men, they look like a sculpture. They’re a living and breathing piece of art, there’s no doubt in my mind about it. Each muscle in their bodies seems to have been etched by the scalpel of a sculptor from the Renaissance, and their cocks are simply God’s gift to women.
“Enjoying the sights?” Madden chuckles, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“Yes. Just like you,” I shoot back at him, fully knowing that he simply can’t stop himself from staring at my naked body, his eyes going from my face to my breasts and pussy, repeating that cycle over and over again.
“Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go when it comes to sharing,” I continue, raising my arms and placing one finger over the tip of their cocks. I move my fingers down the length of their shaft, my pressure soft and gentle, and then I bring them back up. I do that a few times, driving them completely mad, and only then do I curl the rest of my fingers around the thickness of their shafts.
Flicking my wrists, I stroke them softly, allowing the rhythm of my hands to develop naturally. I keep my eyes trained on their cocks, but I can still hear their breathing growing more heavy and ragged. Leaning in toward Tristan’s cock, I part my lips and rest them over the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. I roll my lips down until I engulf his whole tip; then, instead of rolling my lips down, I pop his cock out of my mouth and turn my attention toward Madden.
He rests his hands on my head as my lips touch him, and I do the same thing I did with Tristan, slowly taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. I keep on switching from one cock to the other and, while my mouth takes care of one, my hand takes care of the other.
“Are you trying to make me go crazy?” Madden suddenly blurts out, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop altogether. “I want that mouth,” he continues, desire making his words burn.
“Then why don’t you take it?” I tease him with a soft purr, and he narrows his eyes slightly. I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he realizes what I’ve just told him.
“I can do that,” he says in a single breath and then, keeping my head in place, he grabs his cock with his free hand and presses its tip against my lips. Opening my lips, I allow him inside of me and he thrusts hard. His long inches slide over my tongue in a hurry, and he only stops when the tip of his cock is pressed tight against the back of my throat.
I let a moan climb up my throat, and the sound of it travels over the length of his shaft. Tightening his hold on my hair, he starts rocking his hips, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth fast.
Still grabbing Tristan’s cock with one hand, I stroke him with the same rhythm with which Madden is fucking my mouth. He closes his eyes and sighs heavily, the tension in his body making his muscles bulge; I let my eyes wander over to his abs, and my insides clench as I see his muscles stretching his skin thin. If I didn’t have my mouth full, I’d lick these sweet abs right now.
“So… fucking… tight,” Madden groans as he keeps pistoning into my mouth, and I feel a slight spasm running over his shaft. He slows down shortly after, and I can tell that he’s trying not to cum yet.
“Tired already?” I tease him as he slides his cock out of my mouth, and this time he doesn’t even reply. He just looks at me with an expression of unbridled desire, and I realize that he didn’t stop because he didn’t want to cum - he stopped because he was about to lose control.
