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Quivers and tingles erupted within her Moans she couldn’t control poured froainst her pubic bone when his fingers shifted in and out of her with a gentleness that didn’t match such an intense man There, in the depths of his eyes, he held a look so sure she’d orgasm, she believed him

Perhaps she’d never been with h, because only one ex-boyfriend had ever brought her to orgasm Her climaxes always came from her vibrator However, she didn’t doubt for a second if they continued to give her those heated looks, her orgasm wasn’t that far off Brock increased the circles on her clit to include pinches and quick flicks

These ood at it

“Sweetheart…” Brock leaned forward, slid his nose against her neck She shivered under their attack of pleasure as he whispered in her ear, “You’re much more responsive than you think”

S her bottorinned “We’ll call this one a tie since you’re enjoying Brock playing with your clit” The authority in his gaze made her heart skip a beat as his voice became as soft as velvet “The next one is all mine”

He increased the speed of his fingers, ht in her throat Her fingernails bit into the desk beneath her, and she held on to the wood in a death grip, overloaded with sensations The fast swirls on her clit fro inside her pelvis from Smith, all rocked pleasure deep inside her

Their fingers were notably different in strength and force, and she couldn’t process the contrast The sensations brought her to a state of incoherence Her screams became nonexistent, stuck in the haze of her confusion Now, only pleasure in its richest and highest form assaulted her

Low in her belly, heaviness formed, and a new need rose, one she’d never experienced She reveled in the sensation captivating her, well aware of what awaited her

Thestop, she burst wide open Pleasure flooded her in waves she shouldn’t be able to survive Her eyes screwed shut, and now her unleashed screa around her as two hands belonging to different men pinned her to the desk

About the time she noticed her scratchy throat, she realized she had dropped froers, but Brock squeezed her sex tight The pressure against her hot flesh eased the deep contractions still vibrating through her

“Looks like our bet won’t be an issue,” Smith stated

He looked down at his fingers as he trailed her h, which had never come from her body in such delicious aer to his mouth and sucked on it

All she could do atch hiain under the promise of pleasure More so, under the touch of these men Brock squatted in front of her and used the flat of his tongue to lick up any evidence of her climax

By the ti mess She craved ame “My turn,” she said, shocked by the huskiness to her voice “Gentleo”

Their answering smirks made her wonder if she’d unleashed derabs; they wanted to own her orgasms With an ione, buttons were flicked open, pants, boxers, and shirts were off, exposing beautiful masculine bodies Sym His shoulders ide, biceps thick, and his squared pecs demanded attention from her hands