“Oh, shit,” he says.
I smile around Tácito’s dick as I employ every trick on my husbands. I can’t deny the added benefits I receive as Valentino hits that spot inside me just right.
“Mmm,” I moan around Tácito’s dick.
He places his good hand on my head, not to control my actions. Sometimes I think Tácito needs to touch me because his hands are so important to him and doing so is another layer of intimacy he uniquely experiences.
As I really get into blowing Tácito’s mind, Valentino creeps one hand between my legs while his other works my ass cheeks apart.
Shit!
This motherfucker intends to destroy me before I get him to come. As the realization hits, he strums my clit and piercing. At the same time, he gently pushes his thumb into my rosette.
My body becomes a mass of sensitive nerves being pushed closer and closer to a cliff’s edge. My uncontrollable moans also affect Tácito whose hips seem to be on autopilot as he pushes deeper into my throat. His thighs tense and my body trembles from overstimulation.
The first spurt of cum hits the back of my throat and I swallow everything he has to offer when Valentino hits that spot again and I lose control. I fall off Tácito who’s still coming and squirts cum on my cheek and neck.
I can’t care that I’ve wasted my treat because I’m coming hard and Valentino isn’t letting up on me. He concentrates his efforts onthatspot, fills my ass to drive me wild, and toys with my piercing until I scream my release. Only when my body loses tension does he roar as he climaxes inside me.
“Happy New Year, principessa.” Valentino repositions me to lie between him and Tácito.
I’m exhausted and unable to open my eyes. So much for convincing them to go out tonight.
The bed shifts by Tácito and cool air replaces his heat, but not for long. He returns with a cool washcloth to wipe away his cum. He discards the cloth an rejoins us in bed, holding me close.
“Are you disappointed we aren’t celebrating in the streets mi corazón?”
I smile sleepily. “Not at all. Being with you in any way is the best way to ring in the new year. Add in orgasms and it beats the ball drop and fireworks.” I wrap Valentino’s hand around my waist, happy and sated with the men who own me heart, body, and soul.
The End
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