Page 22 of Tangled up in You

Reaching out, Melanie wordlessly touches his hardened length and tugs him forward. He steps closer to her waiting mouth and slips inside. Their moans fill the air, feeding my need for her.

I position myself at her entrance before pushing inside. She moans around Oliver’s dick. Melanie palms Kent’s dick with her other hand, pleasuring all of us at once.

We set a slow pace, enjoying Melanie’s attention on all of us; our groans of ecstasy echo off the walls.

I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know I’m right where I’m supposed to be: with my three best friends, taking a step into the newfound happiness we’ve created. Our situation may not be appreciated by others; they’ll probably frown upon it, but I don’t care.

What matters is what we want.

And we want to see where this takes us.

My balls tighten, signaling a need for release. Pulling out of her at the last second, I use my hand to finish myself off on Melanie’s stomach. She orgasms with me, crying out as I play with her clit, intensifying her pleasure as much as possible.

It sets off the others. Oliver throws his head back as he fills Melanie’s mouth with his seed, and Kent comes on her hand and chest.

This is the definition of perfection. Our woman, pampered and covered in our essence. There’s nothing better.

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