Page 19 of Double XL Mountain Men
“Thank you,” I murmur. “You guys are amazing too.”
But then, there’s an abrupt switch in the mood at the table as Brent winks at me, a sly expression on his handsome features.
“Speaking of livestock...” he drawls. “Would you be interested in some livestock play?”
I look doubtful before giggling.
“Livestock play? And what would that be?” I ask. “No slaughtering. OMG, I’m not into blood!”
The men let out rough chuckles.
“No, neither are we, although no disrespect to the folks who indulge in that kink. Different strokes for different folks,” Brent shrugs, before looking at me with gleaming blue eyes. “But we do have some props we could use ...”
“We bought them with you in mind, Cindy,” Brandon adds in a rough voice. “It could be fun.”
I stare at the men because what do the twins have up their sleeves? What are they hinting at? What I do know is that Brandon and Brent Coleman are incredibly handsome and sexy ... and I’ll do anything in bed that they want.
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Shit, she’s gorgeous. When I got out the plastic chain-link collar, Cindy gasped and her eyes grew round, but she didn’t protest.
“Yes, put it on me,” she murmured. “I’m okay with it.”
I nodded with approval.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” I rasped. “But take everything off first. We like our women nude and flushed, and this collar is going to look better if we can see your juicy tits and ripe pussy at the same time.”
In a flash, Cindy shed her ridiculous red and white apron, and now she stands before us obediently, clad only in red high heels, as Brent fastens the collar around her neck.
“You look gorgeous,” he murmurs throatily, taking in her large breasts and slick cunt. “Holy fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Not so fast,” Cindy says with a flirtatious smile. “I want to know more about these livestock games.”
I grin, loving the fact that our sassy girl is adventurous and likes to explore. After all, sex can get boring if it’s the same all the time. I’m not dissing vanilla, but we like a curvy girl who’s down to fuck, and Cindy is definitely of that ilk. As a result, I smile while attaching a leash to her collar.
“This is a break-free collar,” I say in a low tone while harnessing her to the bedpost.
“Break free?” she asks quizzically before climbing onto the bed. “What does that mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like,” my brother hums while stripping off his clothes to reveal his thick, muscular chest and throbbing cock. Brent’s dripping already, and I don’t blame him. Our sweet girl looks absolutely ripe and fuckable as she kneels on the massive king-size mattress, tethered to the wooden bed post by her leash.
“Livestock sometimes need to break free from their collars,” I hum while stripping off my own clothes and revealing my hungry fuckstick. “For example, if a goat gets entangled in a fence or a tree branch, it can quickly get away without sustaining serious injuries. This is because a break free collar is designed to release the goat in such situations, unlike other types of collars that may cause harm or even strangle the goat. By using break-free collars, you can help ensure that your livestock stay safe and healthy, even in potentially hazardous environments.”
“Hmm, but I’m not in danger,” Cindy says with a flirtatious smile while twirling the plastic chain links with one finger. “Or am I?”
Brent and I climb onto the bed with her, our massive shafts pointing straight at the curvy girl’s sweet holes.
“You’re definitely in danger,” my twin rasps, blue eyes gleaming. “Don’t you know, sweetheart? You’re taking twenty inches tonight.”
“Yes, but Ialwaystake twenty inches,” Cindy says, kneeling before us with her knees parted so that her slick pussy almost touches the bedspread. Those huge tits bounce as she continues to twine the leash around her fingers. “In fact, I’d say I’m good at taking twenty inches these days ... in any hole you like.”
I growl, my eyes flashing at her sensual, teasing tone.
“Yes, baby, but tonight, you’re getting it rough so we want the collar to break in case it gets ah ... a littletoorough,” I finish in a throaty tone. “We want you to be safe, honey, because there’s going to be a lot of fucking tonight, and although you look sexy in the leash and collar, you should be able to shake them off should you feel it necessary. But first,” I say, reaching to a nearby desk for a magic marker. “Let me mark you, the way sheep are marked.”
Cindy knows what I’m talking about immediately, and spins about so that she’s on her hands and knees, that heart-shaped rear end facing us.
