“Ah,” I exhale sharply, biting Tristan’s lower lip as I moan, arching my back fast. A column of fire seems to descend down my spine, and my pussy feels as if someone submerged it down into an ocean of ecstasy. “OH GOD,” I shout at the top of my lungs, thrusting hard against Madden as I come.
Ecstasy makes my heart flutter and, for a small moment in time, I stop hearing and seeing - I can only feel. And, Jesus, what I feel is so intense that I have no idea how my brain’s processing it.
“You, guys… You’re a talented team,” I laugh, looking from one to the other as Madden pulls his mouth back from my pussy.
“And we’re just getting started,” Madden chuckles, his lips glistening from my creamy juices. “We can keep doing this forever, you know?” He teases me, allowing his tongue out of his mouth and flicking it up the length of my pussy. I shudder slightly as he does it, my skin prickling, and then just grin at him.
“Now that’s something I can agree with,” Tristan nods, the hunger in his eyes making him look even more handsome than he already is.
“Unless you’re already spent,” Madden continues, amusement making his lips curl into a mischievous smile.
“Spent?” I laugh back at him, sitting up on the counter and taking my legs off of his shoulder. Reaching for him, I place two fingers under his chin and make him go up to his feet. I brush my lips against his, tasting the flavor of my own pussy in his mouth, and only then do I continue speaking. “It takes a lot more than that to exhaust me, you know?”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispers, tangling his fingers on my hair and pressing his body against mine. I gasp as I feel my tits pinned against his chest, his crotch dangerously close to my pussy. Looking down, I can see his cock pushing back against the fabric of his pants, and I simply can’t stop myself from taking one hand there and giving his huge member one hard squeeze. “You like that?” He asks me, the devil’s voice in his lips. “You can have it, you know? All of it.”
“You can have whatever you want from us,” Tristan says, joining the conversation. I look at him, feeling my mouth going dry, and I take my free hand to his crotch, curling my fingers around the thick shape under his pants. Holding both their cocks in my hand, my heart starts hammering anxiously against my chest, and my brain starts spinning out of control.
Here I am, completely naked and at the mercy of the two most handsome men on Earth. Their cocks are hard and ready, and all I have to do is tell them that, yes, I want them to fuck me. And, swear to God, I want to do that so fucking bad. I don’t think I’ve ever felt a desire so intense like this.
But no - I can’t fold right now. I’ve made it this far, and I’m not giving up.
Letting go of their cocks, I place my hands on the counter and slide down from it; walking past both men, I let a sigh escape my lips as I walk across the kitchen. I need to take a moment right now, or else I don’t know what I’ll do.
“Where are you going?” Tristan asks me, but I just turn on my heels and grab one of the chairs close to the small side table. I sit down on it , facing both men, and then throw the devil’s smile at them.
“I’m going nowhere,” I purr, running my hands up the side of my body and placing them over my breasts. I mash them together, my eyes never leaving his, and they start walking toward me, their eyes widening as that raging hunger takes over them again. “And neither are you. Take your shirts off,” I tell them, surprising myself with the commanding tone of my voice.
They exchange a quick glance, and what do you know? They obey me - raising their hands slowly, they start unbuttoning their shirts, revealing their toned chest to me. I watch them do it in silence, and now I feel my lips going dry as their abs come into sight, perfect squares of muscles that look like a top-of-the-shelves washboard.
“What now?” Madden asks me as he pushes the shirt down his arms, and I can tell that he’s dying to hear my next command.
“Now...” I say, running the tip of my tongue over my lips. “Your belts, unbuckle them.”
“Bossy. I like that,” Tristan chuckles as he takes his fingers to his belt and unbuckles it, my eyes following every motion of their hands. They pull their zippers down, and my heart skips a beat as their cotton boxer briefs come into sight, their hard cocks stretching the fabric thin.
Taking their shoes off and kicking them to the side, they then push their pants down their legs and step out of them. Now standing only in their boxer briefs, I have to fight against the urge to crawl up to them and rip that last piece of clothing off their bodies.
Ah, but why fight such a beautiful urge?
“Come closer,” I whisper, and their feet carry them to me. They stop just a few steps away from me, but they’re close enough for me to raise my arms and reach for them with my open hands. I flatten them over their boxer briefs, exhaling sharply as I feel the warmness of their cocks, and then I curl my fingers over the edge of their underwear.
Holding my breath now, I start pulling their boxer briefs down. Their cocks spring free in a heartbeat and, before I can stop myself, I’ve already slid down the chair. I kneel right in front of them and push their boxers down their legs, then taking a moment to look at them in all of their naked glory.
More than just men, they look like a sculpture. They’re a living and breathing piece of art, there’s no doubt in my mind about it. Each muscle in their bodies seems to have been etched by the scalpel of a sculptor from the Renaissance, and their cocks are simply God’s gift to women.
“Enjoying the sights?” Madden chuckles, and I raise my gaze to meet his.
“Yes. Just like you,” I shoot back at him, fully knowing that he simply can’t stop himself from staring at my naked body, his eyes going from my face to my breasts and pussy, repeating that cycle over and over again.
“Now, let’s see how far you’re willing to go when it comes to sharing,” I continue, raising my arms and placing one finger over the tip of their cocks. I move my fingers down the length of their shaft, my pressure soft and gentle, and then I bring them back up. I do that a few times, driving them completely mad, and only then do I curl the rest of my fingers around the thickness of their shafts.
Flicking my wrists, I stroke them softly, allowing the rhythm of my hands to develop naturally. I keep my eyes trained on their cocks, but I can still hear their breathing growing more heavy and ragged. Leaning in toward Tristan’s cock, I part my lips and rest them over the head of his cock, licking his pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. I roll my lips down until I engulf his whole tip; then, instead of rolling my lips down, I pop his cock out of my mouth and turn my attention toward Madden.
He rests his hands on my head as my lips touch him, and I do the same thing I did with Tristan, slowly taking the tip of his cock into my mouth. I keep on switching from one cock to the other and, while my mouth takes care of one, my hand takes care of the other.
“Are you trying to make me go crazy?” Madden suddenly blurts out, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop altogether. “I want that mouth,” he continues, desire making his words burn.
“Then why don’t you take it?” I tease him with a soft purr, and he narrows his eyes slightly. I can almost see the gears turning inside his head as he realizes what I’ve just told him.