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kneeling in the middle of the bedroom. She was naked and didn’t appear to care, her body soft and milky white. Her breasts were heavy, the nipples still puckered. He remembered how good they’d felt under his tongue, and his cock twitched again. Fuck, he needed something here!
    “Okay?” he asked, eager to start this thing.
    Kris nodded, her head tilted to the side as if she were trying to figure out how to go about this. Come on, he thought, hurry! Before he could say that out loud, however, she reached for them.
    Her hands wrapped around their cocks. He sucked in a breath and heard Scott do the same from his position only inches away. She pumped them once or twice before leaning forward and giving Drew’s dick a quick lick. She did the same to his friend’s then she switched, and on she went.
    Drew knew he had to control himself. He knew it, yet he felt himself start to slip. He wanted to grab her hair with his fist and force her to deep-throat him, to take his cock all the way to the root, suck on him until he erupted inside her. He imagined how she’d look with his cum trickling down from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto those amazing tits of hers.
    He growled deep inside his chest and looked at his friend, talking to him wordlessly. Years of being on the same platoon doing covert surveillance work meant they understood each other perfectly. With a nod, he turned back to the woman at their feet.
    “Kris,” he called out.
    She looked up, startled. “Yeah?”
    “You… This is great, baby, but I’m going to take over now.”
    Before she could move, he did exactly what he’d been fantasizing about doing. His left hand shot out and tangled into her curls. He pulled her to him, nearly mashing her face into his groin he was so frenzied. She opened her lips at the last possible second, and he praised her in low murmurs, so glad she’d known what to do.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Take it all in. Suck me, Kris.”
    And she did. Boy, she did.
     
    Kristyn’s knees were killing her.
    She’d spent the better part of the last hour making the two men come. One after the other, they’d emptied themselves into her mouth, forcing her to gulp it all down, their hands heavy on her.
    They’d been dominant in their actions, in their words even, and she’d gotten a kick out of it. Who’d have thought she'd like being ordered about?
    She stood up, albeit with some difficulty, and stretched. That’s when her stomach decided it was time to rumble. Loudly at that. She brought her arms down, but nothing could mask the way her cheeks had reddened. She couldn’t see them, but damn, could she feel them. Oh God, and she was stark naked too!
    “I guess someone’s hungry.”
    She scrunched up her nose and refused to answer. They’d been doing something here! “Shouldn’t we—”
    “Go downstairs and find something to eat? Yeah, I think so, too.” Scott appeared at her side. Without another word, he strode to the bathroom and came back with her robe. He helped her put it on and smiled when she was once again completely covered. “There, that’s better. So what do you guys want?” he asked as he opened a chest of drawers and drew out a pair of cargo shorts. He quickly pulled them on, ruining the view she’d had. Two round and amazingly-muscled cheeks. Wow , she commented to herself. That was one fine ass!
    “I vote for pizza. I don’t think Kris is really in a state to cook anything. Are you, sweetheart?” Drew popped in front of her. He dropped a swift kiss on her brow and said, “I’m gonna go put something on. Order my usual, will ya?” And with that, he left the room.
    Kris stood there, wondering what the hell had happened. They’d been having sex, hadn’t they? Except they’d only been at the foreplay stage, or so she’d thought anyway. Didn’t they want to fuck her at all? Her walls clenched around an imaginary length. Her pussy felt wet and most definitely ready. So why weren’t they