Third-Degree Burn [Southern Heat 3]
when I tell you that I want you and only you, Kayla? I’ve loved you from the moment you walked into my life.”
    “I do believe you, Dakota, but it angered me so to see you with Marcie. The way she touched you made me doubt myself. It made me doubt your love for me,” she said, lowering her head in shame.
    “Our bond is unshakeable, Kayla. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. It will never happen again. Shane and I would give up everything we have to keep you. You’re our love, our life.”
    “We’ll do anything within our power to ensure your happiness,” Shane added.
    Smiling at them both mischievously, Kayla reached out for Shane to lie next to her. When he did, she turned to Dakota and said, “If I promise to never again doubt your actions and motives, will you do me one huge favor?”
    “I’ll do anything you ask me to do,” he replied.
    “Good. Take off all your clothes. You absolutely look your best without them,” she said. “I want you naked, too, Shane. If you really want me to be happy, you’ll service me right now.”
    “Listen, Kayla, you have got to rest. We don’t want to hurt you,” Dakota explained.
    “You let me worry about that. Right now, I want you both stripped bare. If you really want me to get well, you won’t deny me my medicine.”
    Shane and Dakota stared at each other for a few seconds as if they were telepathically communicating. In reality, they wanted each other’s confirmation that what they were about to do was in Kayla’s best interest. In the end, they decided that it indeed was.
    “If you really want us to make love to you, get ready for the fuck of a lifetime,” Dakota told her.
    Shane quickly disrobed, displaying his magnificent physique to her. Dakota took his time, slowly removing every stitch of clothing from his muscular body while he watched Shane climb back into bed, open Kayla’s night shirt, and reveal her naked body. He watched Shane stroke her inner thighs and massage her left tit as he sucked on the other.
    Kayla was totally aware of Dakota’s observation. It was what she wanted him to do. She loved tempting him to no end. It made his cock so stiff, he would be forced to stroke it for her. She didn’t have to ask, but she loved doing it anyway.
    “Why don’t you show me how hard it is to resist my hot, horny pussy? Shane couldn’t wait. He’s playing with my clit right now. I’m not really wet yet, so are you sure you don’t want to touch it? If you wait too long, I’m afraid my cunt’s going to become so filled with juice, all you’ll be able to do is suck it dry, or stick your big, beautiful cock in it.”
    “Why do you insist on teasing me so, Kayla? How do you dig into me so deep? I can’t stop wanting to fuck you every chance I get,” he said, pulling on his long, smooth shaft.
    Shane looked at him with lust in his clear blue eyes. After kissing her bruised arm several times, he returned to Kayla’s mounds, burying his face in them. Dakota watched as her legs began to bend, allowing Shane to finger her clit with precision.
    “Shane’s so good at this, Dakota. I love it when he touches me down there. My clit can’t wait for him to stroke it. He always makes it so big and wet. I can feel it throbbing right now,” she said, licking her lips seductively.
    Watching the action play out in front of him, Dakota jerked on his hard dick with urgency. “I want to taste your pussy. I want it real wet.”
    “Will you tongue-fuck it and lick my big, pink clit until I come?” she asked as Shane flicked her bud furiously.
    “Oh, yeah, I will,” he said, climbing into bed with them.
    Holding on to both of her smooth thighs, Dakota dived into her moist snatch and sucked on her pussy lips until they burned in delight of his excellent work. He started lapping at her cunt as her juices flowed freely. With him licking her engorged bud with ferocity and Shane licking her big, hard nipples, together they brought her to a riveting

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