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One of them growled, making the kissing stop abruptly as I gasped from being manhandled. They put me on my knees, holding me up by the ties on my arms and they entered my pussy swiftly with a smack on my ass. I groaned, pushing back on them as much as I could before I realized I was leaning over the man with the green eyes.

His cock was by my face, his expectant gaze ordered me to get to work, but I was feeling defiant. I kissed the head of his cock, licking the sensitive underside, which earned me a deep groan.

“Abre esa linda boca para mí,” he growled.

Open that pretty mouth for me.

I obeyed, immediately. I wanted more, and I was so close to coming. They needed to come with me, I wanted to make them wild. I took him in my mouth hearing a string of curses in Spanish that only made me work harder to hear them even more loudly. The man behind me moaned as I pushed back against him as much as I could. They might have thought they were in charge, but it was my body taking them to new heights.

A small tingle started low in my back as I quickened my pace. They moaned together and it was music to my ears. They cursed, writhed, and frantically chased their release while every minute I was soaring higher and higher.

“You look so fucking good sucking his cock,” the man behind me said, slapping my ass. “Make him come.”

He pushed my back down until I almost took all of the man's cock. I moaned when he slid down my throat slightly and he exploded, shouting obscenities, igniting another orgasm fromme. A shout from behind me and a few brutal thrusts prolonged my intense orgasm.

I took a deep breath, popping off the cock as my body felt heavy with exhaustion. They wiped me down after they untied me, massaging my muscles. When I woke up abruptly from a knock on the door, the room was empty. A pang of disappointment hit me. Admirers Night at the Atelier was not what I had expected, the anonymity, the desire from fans made me so glad I had agreed to come… twice.

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Valencia

When I accepted the social media position for the new Colorado Yetis, I was excited at the prospect of building their social media from the ground up. Everything was new and I was doing things differently. They gave me carte blanche. The offer was so enticing that I moved from my old position with the Tampa Bobcats.

Dammit, just thinking about the team had me missing them. I would stalk their socials later, hoping their new social media manager was taking care of them. It had been a while since I had checked their socials. I always got a little emotional.

I climbed the stairs to the owner’s box, wanting to snap a photo of the owners and post it on social media before our first game of the season. It still blew my mind that these men just decided to buy a hockey team and revamp the entire team like money wasn’t an issue.

The security guy allowed me in while I looked for the men I needed. I saw one of the owner's wives, Lola, sitting on the sofa passing her newborn off to a beautiful woman. Their babygirl was so freaking cute and I almost got sidetracked from the task at hand when Mr. Barros went up to the gorgeous woman, kissing her on the cheek.

The way he looked at her had me sweating from arousal and I realized why she had looked so familiar. She was at the event at the Atelier a few weeks ago with Mr. Barros. God, why did I think about that as I walked up to Mr. Valbuena and Mr. Barros who had no right to be as good looking as they were.

“Uh, excuse me, Mr. Valbuena and Mr. Barros, would you mind taking a photo? I was thinking we should introduce our owners on social media,” I said, trying not to stare and embarrass myself.

“Of course, Valencia,” Mr. Valbuena said with a smile.

“Great, if we could get it with the rink in the background that would be great,” I said, as they got into position, placing a hand over their shoulders.

I took a few practice shots and adjusted some settings on my camera. The shutter fluttered as I took several photos of them, all the while they needed no direction at all. Yeah, this was definitely a good idea. The owners were hot and if I knew social media, these ladies would be foaming at the mouth for our owners.

I thanked them as I finished looking at the pictures, trying to decide which one I was going to post.

“Valencia?” Lola called out to me.

“Yes?” I turned around, wondering if she’d noticed the way I had been looking at her husband.

I couldn’t help myself, she had to know how hot her husband was.

“You think you can email us those photos?” Lola smiled.

I relaxed.

“Oh yes, of course, Mrs. Valbuena,” I said quickly.

“Hi, I’m Noemi.” The gorgeous woman said.

“Valencia, I’m the team's social media manager,” I said proudly. “It was nice to meet you, but I have to get down before the team gets on the ice.”

“That's awesome, Valencia; it was nice to meet you,” she said, before I walked away glancing at my watch, seeing I only had a few minutes to book it to the ice.

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