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Nico’s hands moved up my sides, his fingers deftly unzipping my jacket, peeling it off to reveal the soft sweater beneath. His lips never left my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I felt the warmth of Franco’s hands as they slid under my sweater, tracing the curves of my body, his touch igniting a fire within me.

Giovanni captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched mine. His hands moved to the hem of my sweater, pulling it over my head and exposing me to the crisp air and their heated gazes. My nipples hardened, the cool breeze and their intense stares sending a rush of desire through me.

Franco’s hands drifted to my breasts, his fingers brushing against the sensitive peaks, eliciting a soft moan from deep within me. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking against the stiff peak while Nico’s hands sliddown to the waistband of my leggings, slowly pulling them down along with my underwear, leaving me completely exposed to their gazes.

The sensation of the cold air against my bare skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from their bodies. Giovanni’s fingers found their way between my legs, his touch gentle yet insistent as he began to explore my most intimate places. I gasped as he slid a finger inside me, the wet heat of my body enveloping him.

Franco’s mouth moved to my other breast, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Nico’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positioned himself behind me, his hardness pressing against my backside. The sensation of being surrounded by their bodies, their touch, and their desire was intoxicating.

Giovanni’s fingers moved with expert skill, his thumb circling my clit while his other hand gripped my hair, pulling my head back to expose my neck to Nico’s hungry kisses. The combination of their touches, their kisses, and their whispered words of desire was overwhelming, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

Franco’s mouth left my breasts, his lips trailing a path of fire down my stomach, his breath hot against my skin. I felt the warmth of his mouth as he replaced Giovanni’s fingers, his tongue delving into my heat, tasting my desire. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and need that left me gasping for breath.

Nico’s hands moved to my hips, guiding me down onto the blanket, his body covering mine from behind. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, the anticipation of what was to come sending a shiver of excitement through me. He nudged the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me before slowly pushing inside, filling me completely.

The sensation of Nico inside me was intense, his body moving in a slow, steady rhythm that drove me wild. Franco’s mouth continued to work its magic on my clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Giovanni’s hands roamed my body, his fingers teasing my nipples, his kisses trailing a path of fire along my skin.

The three of them worked in perfect harmony; their touches, their kisses, and their movements all synchronized to drive me to the brink of ecstasy. I could feel the tension building within me, the pressure coiling in my core, threatening to explode. Their combined touch was a symphony of pleasure that left me gasping, moaning, begging for more.

As Nico’s thrusts became harder and faster, I felt myself drawn to the edge; the tension reached a fever pitch. Franco’s tongue flicked faster against my clit, his mouth working in tandem with Nico’s movements, pushing me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

Nico continued to move inside me, his own climax building, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more forceful. I felt the heat of his release deep inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he found his own release. Giovanni’s hands moved to my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he guided me onto my side, positioning himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance.

I gasped as Giovanni pushed inside me; the sensation of being filled again so soon after my orgasm was almost too much to bear. But the pleasure was undeniable, the heat of his body, the rhythm of his movements, all combining to push me toward another peak. Franco’s mouth found mine, his kiss deep and passionate, his tongue exploring my mouth, tasting my desire.

Their combined touch, their kisses, and their movements all worked in perfect harmony, driving me to heights of pleasure Inever knew existed. I could feel the tension building within me again, the pressure coiling in my core, threatening to explode. Their combined touch was a symphony of pleasure that left me gasping, moaning, begging for more.

As Giovanni’s thrusts became harder, faster, I felt myself drawn to the edge, the tension reaching a fever pitch. Franco’s tongue flicked faster against my clit, his mouth working in tandem with Giovanni’s movements, pushing me over the edge. I cry out, my body convulsing with the force of my second orgasm, waves of pleasure washing over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

Giovanni continued to move inside me, his own climax building, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more forceful. I felt the heat of his release deep inside me, his body shuddering against mine as he groaned his release. Franco’s mouth left mine, his lips trailing a path of fire along my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I felt surrounded in a sense of safety and adoration, entwined with these incredible men.

“Holy shit! That was incredible,” I exclaimed, sinking into Franco’s warm embrace.

Yet, despite being surrounded by three wonderfully hot bodies, I could feel the chill creeping into my skin.

“We’d better get back to the cabin before someone finds our bodies frozen in the snow,” I murmured, a hint of laughter in my voice.

Looking into their eyes, a mix of mischief and warmth made my heart race. I couldn’t shake the feeling of magic swirling in the air between us, but the bite of the cold was hard to ignore.

Reluctantly, I accepted the end of our blissful moment.

Yet, the thrill of what we shared lingered in the atmosphere, promising that our adventure was far from over.

CHAPTER 7

NICO

The warmth of Tiffany's body began to fade, replaced by the biting cold of the air that made us shiver as we dressed against the stark, snowy backdrop. The crisp air nipped at our skin, but the thrill of the snowmobile ride ahead promised adventure. I watched her pull on her jacket, her fingers deftly zipping it up—such a contrast to the overwhelming intimacy we had just shared. Once we were all suited up, we climbed onto the snowmobiles, the engine's roar shattering the winter stillness.

We sped through the untouched snow; her warm body pressed against mine kept the chill at bay. The cabin loomed closer like a beacon of refuge, and I found myself stealing glances at her, grateful for the joy she brought into my complicated world.

The fire crackled in the hearth, flames dancing shadows across the cabin walls. We stepped inside, a rush of cold air enveloping us before the warmth wrapped around us like a comforting embrace. My cheeks burned from the chill, but Tiffany's presence took my breath away. Her dark curls framed her face, and her eyes sparkled with joy, cutting through the heaviness of my thoughts.

There was an electric pulse in the air, unspoken yet potent. Today felt monumental, a promise lingering between us. In her smile's warmth, my gray life of duty and expectation might change.

As we shed our winter gear, Tiffany turned to us, thoughtful yet playful. "So, what's next on the agenda?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

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