Seduction

She touched me and my knees gave out. Breana's hands traveled up my thighs, slow and sure, while heat coiled in my spine. My heart hammered. My cunt throbbed for her mouth. In the mirror I saw the two of us reflected in high heels and nothing else: the blonde on her knees with a wicked smile, two men watching from the bed, cocks already hard. She leaned in and traced my slit with her tongue, a soft, wet stroke that made my thighs shake. I reached down, grabbed her hair, and pulled her deeper. She moaned against me, fingers spreading me open for her greedy licks. When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened. One of the men moved first, lifting me onto the sheets, spreading my legs wide. Breana climbed up beside me, kissing me so I could taste myself on her tongue. Then the second man pressed in behind her, gripping her hips. We both got what we wanted—her mouth never left my cunt as the first cock slid into me and the second pushed into her from behind. She gasped, the sound muffled against my wet folds. The rhythm grew rough, steady, the three bodies working as one. Breana’s big tits brushed my belly every time she rocked forward, nipples tight, skin flushed. I arched, riding the cock buried inside me, grinding down on Breana’s tongue every time she pushed back to meet the man behind her. The sounds filled the room—wet slaps, low curses, the slap of skin on skin. Every thrust pushed her mouth harder against my clit until I came hard, legs trembling around her head. She didn’t stop licking until the man in my cunt groaned and pulled out, spilling hot across my stomach. The man behind her finished seconds later, pulling free so his cum streaked the curve of her ass. We stayed tangled for a moment, breathing heavy, skin sticky, the taste of sex still sweet on our tongues.