Page 70 of Witches Be Damned

“Yes!” I rocked over Tor’s lap and hand.

“Dr. Nomical’s legs are tight. They’ll need stretching and caressing to milk her.” Tor nudged my thighs a little wider over his lap.

Pascal pushed off from the shoulder press and came to rest beside Knoxe, massaging my ass. “What does the instrument feel like? This one I’m playing with makes her hot and breathless.”

Excellent question. “Hot, slick, and wet. It’s a slight indentation between my legs. You need to stroke it and simultaneously insert your finger or cock.”

Tor’s finger toyed with my clit, lightly brushing my folds, driving me crazy with anticipation. Pascal came from the opposite side of my pants, inserting two fingers into my pussy and pumping me.

“Oh, fuck.” I rocked on my man’s lap.

Their fingers dug into me with greedy hunger, telling me they were just as charged up as me.

Knoxe grabbed my hair and tugged. “That’s not very professional, Dr. Nomical.” He kneaded my beast harder, and I moaned.

“Give me the instrument,” I ordered Tor.

Tor hummed his approval, and I reached between us to spring his cock from his pants. “Show me were to insert it, Doctor.”

“Wait, Doctor. You can’t perform surgery like that.” Pascal picked me up and set my feet on the ground, tugging my pants down my hips all the way to my feet, and shaking them off, along with my slip-on prison shoes.

“Ah, yes. I forgot about that.” I checked over my shoulder and smiled at him. “Thank you, nurse.”

He leaned down and captured my lips in a hungry kiss that spelled he was just as ready as Tor to play our game.

“You’ve got too much weighing you down, Doctor. Let me help you with that.” Knoxe dragged my bra cup down and exposed my hard, aching nipple, thumbing it.

Tor nipped along my neck, lowered his fingers to where Pascal caressed me, swiping my wetness and sucking it off. “I think there’s sufficient lubrication for insertion.”

I straddled Tor’s lap once more and lined his cock up with my entrance, rocking over his head, wetting him.

“What about a condom?” Tor panted.

“Not this time.” I let Raze fuck me without one and wanted to feel all of them skin to skin.

“Fuuuccck, Supergal.”

“Prepare for insertion.” I lowered myself over him and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering.

Tor paused on my clit, and I whimpered for him to keep going. “What am I aiming to do with this instrument, Doctor?”

“Insert it in and out, like this.” I rode his lap, doing the work for him, holding onto his shoulders.

“It goes in so deep.” Tor clasped the back of my neck and brought me up to meet his mouth for a sweet flick of tongues.

His fingers curled over my hips and guided my movement, while Pascal assumed control of my clit, circling it from behind, and Knoxe didn’t let up on my breasts, popping the other out of my bra cup and brushing it with his callused thumbs.

Oh, God. This was so incredibly sexy. I loved it when my men banded together to pleasure me like this and treat me like their queen.

Pascal’s fingers bordered on hungry and he picked up his pace, driving me dangerously close to release.

Knoxe’s finger fisted my hair and tugged my head back. “Insert the instrument faster, the patient’s blood pressure is dropping.” His mouth sucked its way along my throat.

Wow. He wasreallygood at this. Better than I expected when this was mine and Tor’s game.

I speeded up on Tor’s cock, bouncing like I was in a rodeo. Our tongues twisted from gentle to rough, clashing in heat and desperation.

“The patient is flatlining, Doctor.” Pascal rocked me through my first orgasm, Tor’s cock my second, and I braced myself on his shoulder for his cock to shoot me to a third.

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