she sighed.
Yes, this is what she wanted. To be owned, to serve and bring them pleasure. Dropping to her knees on the cold floor, she looked up and waited for instruction.
"Shirt off, then arms behind your back and legs spread." Kent held Asher's hand and whispered something in his ear. She watched them, passive and aroused, knowing that whatever they did it would only bring her pleasure.
Turning to each other, the men stopped and began to take their clothes off. Stiff with expectation, she made a needy sound deep in her throat as she watched them rub their cheeks together. Kent was the first naked and Asher quickly joined him.
In the bright light of the room, she had to resist the urge to touch herself. They weren't watching her as they kissed, maybe they wouldn't notice. Her pussy throbbed as the trigger worked through her. Slowly, she removed one hand from behind her back and inched it down the front of her loose shorts.
Breaking their kiss, both men turned on her with narrowed eyes. Her hand froze, and she stared at them with a tremor of real fear. She'd seen that look before, but it was normally reserved for someone the men were about to beat the crap out of.
"Did we say you could move?" Asher ran his hand over Kent's muscular hip, pressing his dark fingers into the slight indent of Kent's firm ass.
Her fingers remained frozen, a breath away from her pussy. "No."
Kent was at her side before she knew it, jerking her back by her hair. The pain was exquisite and she went pliant in his arms. "You will address us properly. When we ask you a question, you will answer yes or no sir."
"Yes, sir." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he blew a hot breath on her dark nipples.
Releasing her head, he pushed her forward and jerked her shorts off. The feeling of the air on her exposed flesh had her clenching her thighs together.
"Princess, kneel." Asher barked out the order as Kent wrapped his arms around him from behind and reached around to stroke his cock. Arms behind her back, spreading her legs, she tried so hard to keep still. The tug and slow stroke of Kent's hand up and down Asher's erection made her jealous. She wanted to stroke their cocks. She wanted to be the one giving them pleasure, serving them in whatever way they desired. Pale fingers wrapped around Asher's heavy sac and gently stroked that skin until it drew up tight.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Kent said in a lazy drawl as his hips flexed against Asher's buttocks. "Look at how hard her nipples are, and the way her pussy shines with her cream."
Asher reached up to lace his hands behind Kent's neck, and leaned into him. "I can feel the heat coming off her from here. And look at the way she tightens as she watches us."
Unable to help herself, she shifted her hips forward, displaying herself for them. The motion did nothing to relieve her torment and she whimpered.
Kent whispered in Asher's ear again and they both smiled at her. Voracious, eager, there was nothing reassuring in their hot gazes. "Princess, you may close your legs."
"But do not press your thighs together," Kent added with his arrogant smirk that drove her crazy. The muscles in Asher's big chest tensed as Kent licked his hand and began to stroke his large dark cock even faster. "Can you imagine this inside of you? Do you remember what it felt like to have your pussy wrapped around him?" Kent's words tore at her and she wanted to cry. The ache in her body now changed over to pain. Tense, so tight, she watched Asher thrust into Kent's fist.
Asher wet his lips, stroked a hand over his nipple. "I love it when you come. Your hot cream making you slick and open. The way you shudder."
Watching Asher's balls grow tight, she gave into the overwhelming demand and ever so slightly squeezed her thighs together. The sensation jerked a cry from her throat, and both men froze.
"Bad girl," Kent admonished in a stern voice. He gave Asher a kiss and stalked over to her.
"So willful. I don't think she really wants to
Yes, this is what she wanted. To be owned, to serve and bring them pleasure. Dropping to her knees on the cold floor, she looked up and waited for instruction.
"Shirt off, then arms behind your back and legs spread." Kent held Asher's hand and whispered something in his ear. She watched them, passive and aroused, knowing that whatever they did it would only bring her pleasure.
Turning to each other, the men stopped and began to take their clothes off. Stiff with expectation, she made a needy sound deep in her throat as she watched them rub their cheeks together. Kent was the first naked and Asher quickly joined him.
In the bright light of the room, she had to resist the urge to touch herself. They weren't watching her as they kissed, maybe they wouldn't notice. Her pussy throbbed as the trigger worked through her. Slowly, she removed one hand from behind her back and inched it down the front of her loose shorts.
Breaking their kiss, both men turned on her with narrowed eyes. Her hand froze, and she stared at them with a tremor of real fear. She'd seen that look before, but it was normally reserved for someone the men were about to beat the crap out of.
"Did we say you could move?" Asher ran his hand over Kent's muscular hip, pressing his dark fingers into the slight indent of Kent's firm ass.
Her fingers remained frozen, a breath away from her pussy. "No."
Kent was at her side before she knew it, jerking her back by her hair. The pain was exquisite and she went pliant in his arms. "You will address us properly. When we ask you a question, you will answer yes or no sir."
"Yes, sir." Her eyelids fluttered shut as he blew a hot breath on her dark nipples.
Releasing her head, he pushed her forward and jerked her shorts off. The feeling of the air on her exposed flesh had her clenching her thighs together.
"Princess, kneel." Asher barked out the order as Kent wrapped his arms around him from behind and reached around to stroke his cock. Arms behind her back, spreading her legs, she tried so hard to keep still. The tug and slow stroke of Kent's hand up and down Asher's erection made her jealous. She wanted to stroke their cocks. She wanted to be the one giving them pleasure, serving them in whatever way they desired. Pale fingers wrapped around Asher's heavy sac and gently stroked that skin until it drew up tight.
"Lovely, isn't she?" Kent said in a lazy drawl as his hips flexed against Asher's buttocks. "Look at how hard her nipples are, and the way her pussy shines with her cream."
Asher reached up to lace his hands behind Kent's neck, and leaned into him. "I can feel the heat coming off her from here. And look at the way she tightens as she watches us."
Unable to help herself, she shifted her hips forward, displaying herself for them. The motion did nothing to relieve her torment and she whimpered.
Kent whispered in Asher's ear again and they both smiled at her. Voracious, eager, there was nothing reassuring in their hot gazes. "Princess, you may close your legs."
"But do not press your thighs together," Kent added with his arrogant smirk that drove her crazy. The muscles in Asher's big chest tensed as Kent licked his hand and began to stroke his large dark cock even faster. "Can you imagine this inside of you? Do you remember what it felt like to have your pussy wrapped around him?" Kent's words tore at her and she wanted to cry. The ache in her body now changed over to pain. Tense, so tight, she watched Asher thrust into Kent's fist.
Asher wet his lips, stroked a hand over his nipple. "I love it when you come. Your hot cream making you slick and open. The way you shudder."
Watching Asher's balls grow tight, she gave into the overwhelming demand and ever so slightly squeezed her thighs together. The sensation jerked a cry from her throat, and both men froze.
"Bad girl," Kent admonished in a stern voice. He gave Asher a kiss and stalked over to her.
"So willful. I don't think she really wants to
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