to her gate, and pushed just enough to lodge there. He stopped right there, burning her, stretching her tight muscles too much and still not enough.
On the razor’s edge, she writhed around him, gasping, groaning around Isaac’s cock, trying to capture more of both men.
Isaac obliged immediately, letting her set a swift rhythm with her bobbing head, grunting as she sucked hard at the bottom of each stroke. She was loving every second of this, feeling the power of both her men inside her body at once.
Grange continued to tease her soft pussy, calling forth more wetness, making it ripple and grip at his monster cock.
“I’m—God—I’m not gonna last,” Isaac panted, sweat dripping down his face. “I’m gonna—”
Grange responded by shoving all at once, penetrating her desperate pussy in a thick invasion, bumping her cervix, stretching her hard, and holding deep. Carolyn screeched around Isaac’s leaping cock, and then swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to keep up with the seemingly endless jets of burning seed.
Grange roared, pumping fast as he came forcefully. His colossal member strafed tender tissues with every rough pass, pushing Carolyn over the yawning precipice into a blinding, screaming freefall. He tensed impossibly, every muscle standing out in relief, until he collapsed on her, utterly spent.
When Carolyn surfaced, it could have been moments or hours later. Her ankle was still on its pillow, Grange was still lying heavily over her, and Isaac was trying to untie her bonds with one hand while his eyes were closed. He finally managed to free her, tossed the silk scarf away, and gently rubbed her reddened skin.
Just as she was starting to drift off, Grange’s voice sounded in the room, muffled slightly against her breast. “We’re not done yet.”
Carolyn snickered a little. It was all she had the energy for.
Isaac groaned happily. “What a way to go.”
THE END
http://www.sirenpublishing.com/lainakenney
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laina Kenney is a classically trained singer/instructor with a regular job and a deep love of the written word. Her family is supportive of (or perhaps just resigned to) a house full of books in every genre, with ancient history and romance taking up the majority of the space. She cheerfully admits to having a bizarre sense of humor and enough shiny accessories for any ten women. One of the greatest joys in her life is exploring the wonder of testosterone, both in prose and in person.
Also by Laina Kenney
Siren Classic: DIG Security 1: Overheated
Available at
BOOKSTRAND.COM
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
On the razor’s edge, she writhed around him, gasping, groaning around Isaac’s cock, trying to capture more of both men.
Isaac obliged immediately, letting her set a swift rhythm with her bobbing head, grunting as she sucked hard at the bottom of each stroke. She was loving every second of this, feeling the power of both her men inside her body at once.
Grange continued to tease her soft pussy, calling forth more wetness, making it ripple and grip at his monster cock.
“I’m—God—I’m not gonna last,” Isaac panted, sweat dripping down his face. “I’m gonna—”
Grange responded by shoving all at once, penetrating her desperate pussy in a thick invasion, bumping her cervix, stretching her hard, and holding deep. Carolyn screeched around Isaac’s leaping cock, and then swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to keep up with the seemingly endless jets of burning seed.
Grange roared, pumping fast as he came forcefully. His colossal member strafed tender tissues with every rough pass, pushing Carolyn over the yawning precipice into a blinding, screaming freefall. He tensed impossibly, every muscle standing out in relief, until he collapsed on her, utterly spent.
When Carolyn surfaced, it could have been moments or hours later. Her ankle was still on its pillow, Grange was still lying heavily over her, and Isaac was trying to untie her bonds with one hand while his eyes were closed. He finally managed to free her, tossed the silk scarf away, and gently rubbed her reddened skin.
Just as she was starting to drift off, Grange’s voice sounded in the room, muffled slightly against her breast. “We’re not done yet.”
Carolyn snickered a little. It was all she had the energy for.
Isaac groaned happily. “What a way to go.”
THE END
http://www.sirenpublishing.com/lainakenney
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Laina Kenney is a classically trained singer/instructor with a regular job and a deep love of the written word. Her family is supportive of (or perhaps just resigned to) a house full of books in every genre, with ancient history and romance taking up the majority of the space. She cheerfully admits to having a bizarre sense of humor and enough shiny accessories for any ten women. One of the greatest joys in her life is exploring the wonder of testosterone, both in prose and in person.
Also by Laina Kenney
Siren Classic: DIG Security 1: Overheated
Available at
BOOKSTRAND.COM
Siren Publishing, Inc.
www.SirenPublishing.com
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