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Frankie works the lube up and down my arse crack. Heat and a tingling sensation occur everywhere it touches. It feels delicious.

And then I hear a low buzzing sound.

“Relax, beautiful girl. You’re doing so good. So fucking good.”

Whatever toy Frankie has, he strokes it up and down before dipping it into my pussy. My legs shake, and I let out a groan. And then it’s there, pushing against my arsehole.

“How’s that tongue feeling, Mila? That feel good? Just concentrate on what Sammie’s doing, and I promise, we’re gonna make you feel even better.”

I do as I’m told, focusing on Sam’s tongue at my clit, and the sound of Matt Maeson singing “Put It On Me”.

I feel pressure, a slight sting, and I fight with everything in me not to tense up or push back. I feel something give, and along with a feeling of fulness, a gentle vibration inside me.

“Fuck me, you look beautiful,” Frankie states. “Spin her around, Sam. Take a look.”

With hands at my ribs and hips, I’m lifted, turned, then set back down on Sam’s chest, facing Frankie. They’re both naked.

They’re both naked!

And Frankie’s not only stroking his own cock, but he reaches for Sam’s and begins stroking that, too. I stare silently, my heart now racing again, my mouth dry. Why is watching two men together like this so beautiful?

“Fucking beautiful,” Sam says from behind me, and my belly warms at our identical thoughts. His hand slaps against my arsecheek before he drags me back onto his face. This time he buries his tongue inside me.

At the same time, Sam bends his knees and opens his legs. On his knees, Frankie moves between them and lifts Sam’s hips until their cocks are touching and he’s stroking them both together.

“Come taste us, Mila,” he orders before gripping the back of my hair and forcing my face down.

Frankie guides both of them to my lips. With my hands over his, I stroke, I lick, I taste, and eventually, I work them both inside my mouth. They’re big, and with saliva dripping from my chin, I gag, which only encourages the boys to fuck my face harder. Sam’s hips buck up and Frankie’s move forward as he holds my head in place. Sam’s tongue moves back to my clit before pushing what feels like at least four fingers inside me.

“Open her up, Sammie,” Frankie orders. “Open her up so she can take us both later on.”

I almost feel sick at the level of desire that shoots through me.

I explode.

And explode.

I groan and gag at the same time.

I try to escape what Sam continues to do to my clit, but he slides his arm around my lower belly and holds me in place.

I try to raise my head to release the cocks inside my mouth, but Frankie tightens the grip on my hair and forces my face down harder.

I’m not even sucking, just making noises to express some of the pleasure coursing through me.

My orgasm rolls on and on. Sam slaps my arse, and Frankie arches back, face tipped to the ceiling and lets out a loud, “Fuck!”

And then they come. There’s too much for me to swallow, so I just let it slide down my chin and their cocks. Feeling self-conscious at the state I’m in, I open my eyes and look up at Frankie, who’s staring down at me.

“Beautiful,” he says on an exhale. “Fucking beautiful.”

I come again.

CHAPTER 4

Mila

I sit on a stool at the kitchen bench, sipping on my coffee, my mind a riot of memories from last night. Despite Frankie’s promise to keep me coming all night long, I’d literally passed out after the double blow job/sixty-nine orgasm, and not woken till around seven this morning, enveloped between the two men I’d given that double header to.

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