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flesh. Kyle is moving closer to my clit and Talon’s kisses are moving toward the tight pucker of my ass . “Ahh,” I moan as soon as Kyle takes a long languid lap at my sex. Talon doesn’t hesitate in spreading my butt cheeks and the next thing I know, Talon’s tongue is licking the tight rosette. The dual assault is overwhelming, forcing my body to tremble uncontrollably with my need to come.  
    As if anticipating everything, both their hands clamp down on my legs, holding me still, their silent plea for me to come. Lick, lick…”Fuck!” I push my hand into Kyle’s hair, reaching around to grab Talon’s, holding both of them to me as my release consumes me, shattering me into millions of tiny pieces. Through the haze of my orgasm neither have stopped their licking and sucking, my body vibrates with the pleasure they provide for me.  
    Slowly they both back off of me, but neither takes their hands away. I am weak and shattered. “Take her,” Talon says, “into the bedroom, I’ll be right there.” A whimper of disappointment escapes my lips. “I’ll be right there,” he breathes against my ear.  
    Kyle stands, wrapping one arm around my back then he leans down, hooking my knees on the other. He lifts me, carrying me into the bedroom where he sets me down gently on the bed. Kyle wastes no time in removing my flip flops, then my pants which are gathered around my calves.  
    Still reeling from my orgasm it takes me a minute more to compose myself enough to watch Kyle unwrap himself like candy from his clothes.
    I lick my lips. “What do you want, baby girl?” His voice is sultry, needy.  
    I bite my bottom lip. “You, in my mouth,” I breathe and he picks up his stripping pace. I smile because he quickly becomes all thumbs. I sit up. “Easy, cowboy.” I take the waistband of his pants in my hands and pull him forward. Bringing his crotch level with my mouth. I begin rubbing my nose along the outline of his erection and he groans above me.  
    “You’re killing me, baby girl.”  
    I continue my little kitty routine on his cock as my hands work on the button and then finally his zipper. Achingly slow I pull his zipper down one tiny notch at a time. I bite the tip of his cock through his jeans and watch as the pleasure shimmers across his skin. Breathing hotly against his jeans, I can feel his dick twitch with my torture.  
    After what seems like forever, the zipper finally stops its descent and I pull back, grabbing his waistband, ready to free him from the confines of his jeans. I look up into his eyes and they’re on fire with need and devotion.  
    The look sends a chill through me and I don’t need to guess what’s running through his mind.  
    I slowly slide his pants and boxers down, reach in and free his cock, wrapping my hand tightly around the base and he groans. I stroke his heavy length and then go back to removing his pants. As his pants reach his knees, my tongue flicks out, stroking the underside of his mushroomed head. My reward is his body quaking, a huff, and his salty sweet essence wreaking havoc on my taste buds. I moan in delight.  
    “You’re making a meal out of me,” he breathes, looking down at me. Eyes hooded and dangerous. I smile while I lick the head of his cock again.  
    “The best meal,” I whisper back. I get the feeling I’m being watched, but I don’t look, I don’t need to. I know it’s Talon. The idea that he’s watching my torture of Kyle turns me on that much more. I’ve never been a voyeur but I just might start now.  
    I suck Kyle’s cock deep into my mouth and watch as his eyes roll up into his head. The visual is heady. I know that with each little flick of my tongue against his shaft that I am pleasing him. He’s taking pleasure from my mouth. I shiver and moan around his erection and he groans. I let his dick pop free of my mouth and I watch the sadness at the loss creep into his eyes. But I tease him a little more by sliding my middle