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hips and shoved his strong tongue straight up her cunt. It felt so good,

and she could feel his joy in pleasing her. Despite the walls she had

put up, Cian’s emotion was getting through. Cian’s satisfaction with

her taste and smell and touch swept over her mind. She tried to focus

on the job at hand. She leaned forward and curled her tongue around

Beck’s balls.

“Oh, fuck, that feels good, wife,” Beck praised her. “Suck it into

your mouth. Yes, hold it for a second. Oh, yeah.”

Meg concentrated fiercely because Cian was doing his best to

distract her. He tongue-fucked her pussy while trying to gently work

his finger into the little rosebud of her ass. It burned and tantalized at the same time. She had to force herself to keep still or she would be

shoving her ass against that finger of Ci’s. He pressed his finger in,

and Meg felt her asshole clench around the invading digit.

“Stop,” Beck commanded. Meg pulled back. “Open your mouth

and relax. I’m going to fuck your mouth, love. You remember the

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arena? I liked that. It was the best sex of my life. You relax and let me

use your mouth. Ci’s going to let you come after I do, but only if

you’re a good girl.”

“Yes,” Meg said, wanting that orgasm with her whole being. She

wanted to share it with them. Being surrounded by Beck and Cian,

bombarded with their passion and emotion was the most intimate

experience of her life.

Between the pleasure Cian was giving her and the dominance

Beck was showing, Meg was utterly breathless. Before she could

inhale, though, Beck was shoving his dick forward, feeding his long,

thick length into her mouth. Meg had to stop and remember to breathe

through her nose. She went passive and allowed Beck to completely

take the lead.