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her hands, but maintained control over her, leading her, she assumed, in the direction of the bed. Her instincts proved correct. Pulling her back against his front, they scaled the plush mattress. She felt Marcelo lay back, keeping her back pressed to his abdomen and positioning her low enough so that he could enter her again.
    The whole of Marcelo cock inside her cunt, the stranger joined her them. He spread her legs and with gentle pressure, slipped the head of his shaft into her pussy as well. Fiona gasped. Could she handle two men in the same hole? Every inch of her body wanted to find out.
    She shifted against the pressure, stretching through the discomfort and pushed forward. Finally, the stranger's cock slipped all the way inside. Moans of pleasure and pain shook Fiona.
    The men moved in time with each other at first and then with alternating forward and back movements. Marcelo let go of the straps that held her wrists. Hands shaking, she touched the stranger's body. Such smooth skin and taut muscles. Before she could pluck his name from her memory, his mouth lowered to hers. The taste of his lips cemented her suspicions. This was no stranger.
    “Angel?” she murmured.
    Only playful swipes of his tongue came in reply.
    Pushing off the headphones, she allowed them to clatter to the floor and pulled off the blindfold.
    “Pleasantly surprised, preciosa ?” Marcelo asked, his deep voice behind her.
    “Oh yes,” she answered.
    Angel's handsome, flawless face peered down at her, his solid chest against hers, pressing her against Marcelo. One hand entwined with Marcelo's and one arm wound around Angel, she felt completed, somehow whole. In Marcelo, she had found her master and now, in Angel, she found her lover.
    The young man moved in for a kiss and began to make love to her again. Marcelo matched the rhythm. Fiona's body responded to the heat and friction, her juices leaked down her thigh. Taking a breast to his mouth, Angel rubbed his teeth and tongue across her nipple. The added stimulation brought her closer and closer to coming. She prayed the men would let her climax.
    She whimpered through the tremors that shook her legs. They both continued to thrust and bury themselves inside engorged and sodden cunt. Finally, the tension in her core broke free; powerful contractions pumped each wave of ecstasy through her entire body. Fiona writhed, her pussy clutched around both men’s cocks.
    Angel’s movement grew jerky, beads of sweat streaming down his brow. He buried his entire shaft inside her, his quaking matching her own. Keeping her gaze on his glassy, blue eyes, she drank in the enjoyment written across his expression.
    Marcelo cradled them and slid from under his two sated submissives. He stroked their bodies, soothing the jerks and twitches that gripped them until their bodies stilled.
    “Stay inside her,” he told Angel and positioned himself behind the young man.
    Angel tensed as Marcelo entered his ass. Fiona watched Marcelo take is pleasure, his chiseled features contorted. Angel braced himself for each of their master's thrusts but still the forward momentum drove the younger man deep into Fiona. Her cunt still swollen with arousal, she felt another orgasm building. Marcelo sank his entire cock into Angel and shook. His shudders set off a new climax inside Fiona and her body sucking at Angel's still hard shaft. She cried out pulling both men against her.
    In the aftermath of the receding climaxes, the threesome collapsed into a tangle of torsos and limbs. Fiona gazed at her two men. Angel's response, a flurry of pecks along her shoulder and collarbone, Marcelo’s a languid kiss.
    When his mouth receded, Fiona asked, “How did you know?”
    Marcelo chuckled and caressed her cheek. “ Mi amor , I see in your body language and expressions your every desire. Angelito is part of those desires, isn't he?”
    Unable to speak, she buried her face in her master's chest and pulled Angel's body close behind