seeped in droplets from her pussy. He looked up and noticed Evan’s eyelids slide shut as he clearly fought for control.
Wes got Evan’s attention before going further, gestured at his mouth, and held up one finger. He pointed at Evan and held up two fingers then pointed at her. This let him know Wes wanted to taste her pussy first but Evan would be the first to make love to her. Evan smiled and nodded, looking grateful. Jack had suggested they develop 84
a system so they could communicate non-verbally when making love to her. That way she didn’t have to listen to them jockey for position, thus ruining the mood.
Wes patted her ass and said, “We’re going to turn you now, baby, and finish your massage. So far so good?”
Rosemary replied with a sexy, affirmative sound and turned on the bath sheet for them. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked more than a little aroused, if they were judging by her hardened nipples and the breathless quality of her voice. Wes noticed she was wet, her bare lips flushed and pink, and slick moisture flowed from her cunt. Her hips undulated as Evan’s fingertips stroked her abdomen briefly.
Evan groaned and closed his eyes, swallowing convulsively. Wes noticed both of their hands were shaking now. She gazed up at them with half-closed eyes. He poured more oil in Evan’s hands and his own and then rubbed them together.
Rosemary asked, “That’s a pretty scent. What is it?”
Evan checked the bottle. “It’s Orange Blossom. I’m glad you like it.”
Rosemary sighed as they smoothed the oil over her abdomen and down the fronts of her legs before massaging it in. Once they reached her toes, they reversed, working slowly up her inner calves and thighs. They rubbed her upper chest and shoulders then worked it into her abdomen and belly. Each man smoothed the oil upward and over the swell of her full breasts, mirroring each other’s movements, saving her peaked, rosy nipples for last. Rosemary cried out and shuddered when at last they touched them with their finger tips, panting as they continued. Judging by the sexy sounds she made, she wanted to come already, and they hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
Wes nodded at Evan and grinned when Evan rolled his eyes in relief, and they both bent down to her nipples. Crying out sharply when their mouths closed over her nipples at the same time, Rosemary arched her back into them, increasing the pressure as their tongues laved over her succulent flesh. As he suckled on her nipple,
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he felt her slide her hand around his bicep and hold on to him. Wes hoped she knew he wanted to be there for her to hold on to, always.
Her panting cries increased, and after a minute, they both finally released her with a light pop.
Licking his lips, Wes murmured, “Rosemary tastes like orange blossom now, too, doesn’t she, Evan?”
Evan sounded in need as he replied, “She sure does. I could make a meal out of her.”
Their hands strayed down to her hips, and she shuddered adorably then whimpered in anticipation. Wes lightly feathered his fingers over her mound at the top of her slit. Rosemary hissed at the contact and held on to his bicep harder, and he could feel her trembling. Wes stroked lightly over her silken, damp outer lips, teasing her slit as Evan bent down to her and kissed her lips, stroking her lower lip with the tip of his tongue until she parted them for him.
Wes lifted one of her smooth, silky thighs, to move between them, and fingered her inner lips, which were pink and swollen. Her scent rose to his nostrils and made his mouth water for a taste of her, but he held off. He wanted to explore and knew he wouldn’t be able to take just one taste. Parting her delicate lips, he could see her clitoris was also engorged and begging for attention. He could hear Evan whispering to Rosemary between kisses. Wes petted her cunt and stroked a single finger into her opening before retreating, teasing her again as she groaned against Evan’s
Wes got Evan’s attention before going further, gestured at his mouth, and held up one finger. He pointed at Evan and held up two fingers then pointed at her. This let him know Wes wanted to taste her pussy first but Evan would be the first to make love to her. Evan smiled and nodded, looking grateful. Jack had suggested they develop 84
a system so they could communicate non-verbally when making love to her. That way she didn’t have to listen to them jockey for position, thus ruining the mood.
Wes patted her ass and said, “We’re going to turn you now, baby, and finish your massage. So far so good?”
Rosemary replied with a sexy, affirmative sound and turned on the bath sheet for them. Her cheeks were rosy, and she looked more than a little aroused, if they were judging by her hardened nipples and the breathless quality of her voice. Wes noticed she was wet, her bare lips flushed and pink, and slick moisture flowed from her cunt. Her hips undulated as Evan’s fingertips stroked her abdomen briefly.
Evan groaned and closed his eyes, swallowing convulsively. Wes noticed both of their hands were shaking now. She gazed up at them with half-closed eyes. He poured more oil in Evan’s hands and his own and then rubbed them together.
Rosemary asked, “That’s a pretty scent. What is it?”
Evan checked the bottle. “It’s Orange Blossom. I’m glad you like it.”
Rosemary sighed as they smoothed the oil over her abdomen and down the fronts of her legs before massaging it in. Once they reached her toes, they reversed, working slowly up her inner calves and thighs. They rubbed her upper chest and shoulders then worked it into her abdomen and belly. Each man smoothed the oil upward and over the swell of her full breasts, mirroring each other’s movements, saving her peaked, rosy nipples for last. Rosemary cried out and shuddered when at last they touched them with their finger tips, panting as they continued. Judging by the sexy sounds she made, she wanted to come already, and they hadn’t even touched her pussy yet.
Wes nodded at Evan and grinned when Evan rolled his eyes in relief, and they both bent down to her nipples. Crying out sharply when their mouths closed over her nipples at the same time, Rosemary arched her back into them, increasing the pressure as their tongues laved over her succulent flesh. As he suckled on her nipple,
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he felt her slide her hand around his bicep and hold on to him. Wes hoped she knew he wanted to be there for her to hold on to, always.
Her panting cries increased, and after a minute, they both finally released her with a light pop.
Licking his lips, Wes murmured, “Rosemary tastes like orange blossom now, too, doesn’t she, Evan?”
Evan sounded in need as he replied, “She sure does. I could make a meal out of her.”
Their hands strayed down to her hips, and she shuddered adorably then whimpered in anticipation. Wes lightly feathered his fingers over her mound at the top of her slit. Rosemary hissed at the contact and held on to his bicep harder, and he could feel her trembling. Wes stroked lightly over her silken, damp outer lips, teasing her slit as Evan bent down to her and kissed her lips, stroking her lower lip with the tip of his tongue until she parted them for him.
Wes lifted one of her smooth, silky thighs, to move between them, and fingered her inner lips, which were pink and swollen. Her scent rose to his nostrils and made his mouth water for a taste of her, but he held off. He wanted to explore and knew he wouldn’t be able to take just one taste. Parting her delicate lips, he could see her clitoris was also engorged and begging for attention. He could hear Evan whispering to Rosemary between kisses. Wes petted her cunt and stroked a single finger into her opening before retreating, teasing her again as she groaned against Evan’s
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