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just experience the sensations of two men having their way with her. She no longer struggled to define which man was touching her where. It didn’t matter, not as long as they continued to touch.
    A hot tongue laved her right breast while fingers separated the cheeks of her ass. More fingers pinched her left nipple, sending sparks all the way to the back of her tongue. She tilted her head to the side and grasped the chain holding her up with both hands. The fingers toying at her back entrance disappeared for a moment then returned again, warm and wet this time.
    “Relax,” someone whispered. She thought it was Justice.
    Lips closed over her right nipple and began to suck at the exact time the warm, wet finger slowly slid into her back entrance.
    Lauren let out a sigh, the sensation new to her and decadently good.
    “Do you like?” It was the voice coming from behind her again.
    “Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, arching her back the slightest bit, pushing against the finger that began to move tentatively in and out.
    The mouth released her nipple with a small pop .
    “Can you take more, do you think? Do you want more?” Justice asked.
    “More, yes, more,” she said, her body on fire.
    “Let me distract her a bit,” Morgan said.

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    A hand slid down her front and dived into her pussy cleft. Fingers pinched her clit, rubbing deliciously.
    “Yesss,” Lauren hissed between her teeth, her head rocking back.
    Justice moved behind her, his cock sliding between her legs against her ass. She wriggled.
    “Widen your legs, Lauren,” Justice said.
    Gripping the chain above her head, she slid her feet as best she could, which opened her pussy cleft wider also, the fingers rubbing there sending her close, so close.
    “Does it feel good, Miss Brooke?” Morgan asked, so close she could feel his breath against her mouth.
    “Mmm, good, yes, good.”
    “Don’t come yet. Not yet, Miss Brooke.”
    “I can’t…can’t wait too much longer,” she answered. Her body vibrated, her legs getting weaker.
    “Bend forward if you can, just a bit,” Justice instructed.
    She did slightly but not much. She wasn’t able to move much trapped between the two of them, shackled to the chain as she was.
    She was bound. A wave of heat washed over her at the thought.
    Hands gripped her hips, one on each side. “Here we go, Morgan,”
    Justice said.
    The ministrations on her clit increased. A cock probed her ass from behind, grazing her back entrance then pushing against her. “Oh my God,” Lauren gushed, Justice’s cock entering her ass, sending shivers of sparks up her spine. Instantly the hand at her clit disappeared and her mouth was crushed beneath a hungry kiss.
    “Jesus, you are so tight,” Justice said behind her as he started to move, to fuck her, to move deeply and stretch then pull back. Morgan released her mouth. “What do you feel, Miss Brooke? What do you want?”
    She opened her eyes a crack and looked directly into his as Justice moved in and out behind her, fucking her. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice low and demanding. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”

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    Morgan smiled widely then moved back a bit, centering himself.
    “As you wish, Miss Brooke.” Then he speared her pussy with his cock, all the way to the hilt.
    Lauren threw her head back and let out a guttural scream, the orgasm crashing into her. Her heart stuttered as she gulped air. Her legs could no longer hold her, but it didn’t matter.
    Justice dived deep in her ass, pulling out as Morgan dived deeper yet into her pussy. The twin cocks fucked her in a rhythm she’d never forget. Her stomach clenched, her muscles pulsing.
    “She’s coming so well, milking me,” Morgan said.
    “Yeah, mmm, I feel it,” Justice said. “I want to taste her.”
    Lauren was coming down from the heights but wouldn’t be down for long, she knew. “More,” she said. “Fuck me more.”
    “Yes, baby,” Justice whispered in her ear. “We