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He leans down under Remi’s arm to give my stomach a kiss, then rises to his full height to repeat the process with Remi. Only, their embrace is filled with twisting tongues and noises that make slick drip from my cunt. Justin releases my belly to grab the back of Remi’s head and deepens the kiss until they're out of breath and I'm squirming on the counter.

Remi's fingers pick up the pace of their plucking of my nipples. Need shoots up my spine, and lust pools in my belly. My breast pain is all but gone, replaced with something hungry and primal.

"Me next."

I'm not pouting. I'm not.

They lean in as one, laughing when three tongues try to entwine and six lips smash together. Like a gentleman, Justin bows out of the contest, once again slipping his hands up my shirt.

"May I?" he asks.

He quickly shucks his top before climbing inside mine.

As considerate as he is, the question was really just a formality. His palms are already caressing up my sides, pulling the worn-out cotton with him. Remi pauses in his ministrations to give Justin room to work, and I yip when the weight of my now D-sized breasts lose their support.

"I got you, baby girl," Rem is quick to assure me before cupping my heavy chest once more.

Justin draws his tongue around my belly, kissing and licking and all around showering it with love.

"I'm just gonna—" Remi intones.

He leans his head forward and drags the tip of his tongue over the arch of my breast, high enough that he doesn't even touch my bra. I gasp at the stimulation, not expecting the skin to be as sensitive as that.

"Okay?" Justin asks, drawing out the word.

"Green," I reply by rote.

Remi sucks the tops of my breasts between his lips—gently. Oh, so gently. He puckers his lips and then laps at me with his tongue before softly pulling my skin between his teeth.

It feels so exquisite I bring my hand to my mouth and repeat the process, only I bite hard enough to leave a mark.

Nobody told me how sensitive I'd become. Achy, sore, sleep-deprived, and uncomfortable?

Sure.

But my entire body has become one messy exogenous zone. Justin brings my other hand to his lips and twirls his tongue around the tips of my fingers before drawing them into his mouth. He hollows his cheeks and pulls.

I groan in silver-sparkled ecstasy.

"We're just gonna," Remi rumbles close to my nipple. I shiver when his breath blows across my straining peak. Deft hands reach around my chest and unhook my bra. Somehow Remi manages to get it off one arm without stopping his caressing.

It dangles in the crook of my elbow on my other side because Justin refuses to stop his sucking.

"If you don't mind…"

The tip of Remi’s tongue circles around my areola, now as dark as the pit of a cherry and covered in bumps.

"Huh, huh," I huff with a shuddering breath.

His hands start caressing me, my entire breast fitting in his palm. He's moving so slow it's torturous, but I know if he moved any faster, I'd cry out in pain. My breathing is picking up, and my breasts are tingling and—

"Oh my God!"

Justin’s mouth has let go of my fingers, and he's squished himself in between Remi and the counter. It can't be comfortable, but the flat of his tongue drags across the underside of my breast. His teeth follow, firmer than when Remi did it. He latches his lips in the crevice between my breasts and sucks so hard he leaves a mark. He palms my ass and holds my back, and presses me deeper into his ministrations.

It feels so fucking good when Justin’s hand slips into my shorts and squeeze my ass with determination. It feels even better when he wedges my cheeks apart and circles his fingers around my asshole. I almost can't breathe with how masterfully they're manipulating me. Justin, with his quiet and confident dominance, sure of his every move. Remi, with his soft and gentle touches and his emotions always on the tip of his tongue.

"I think she likes that," Remi whispers. "Fuck, she's so beautiful like this, J."

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