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The Pleasure Of Four

"Take your shirt off first, then go get your wine," which thrills me. I can see the four guys all staring at me as I debate being defiant. After a while, I figure the game may as well start now, so I pull the bottom of my shirt up and continue to observe the guys until the fabric obstructs my vision. They presumably assume a bra beneath, but because this tank has a built-in bra, when I take it off, I am fully topless and am met with smiles from everyone. It's hilarious to watch four sets of eyes glued to my chest as if they had never previously seen breasts. Even though Mary and Mark had previously seen my breasts, they remain enthralled. All the males follow me as I get up to enter the kitchen, which is to be expected given that I am topless. I enjoy the pleasure of four men brought to me
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Chapter 7

He stops to glance up at me as I groan, his wide grin making him even more stunning. Then he jumps back in, imitating my noises and actions, doing what I enjoy, and putting all of his effort into getting me to come.

It is quick to complete.

He quickly gets me off by curling two fingers inside of me and flicking his tongue over the top of my clit. He then keeps me riding the peak by sucking on my little pleasure nub while humming, which causes a vibration that I can feel in every area of my body. This dude is knowledgeable.

He is so skilled at licking my pussy that when he pulls away and grins proudly, I almost wouldn't mind if we called it a night.

Almost.

There is no need to quit now, however.

You'll be craving more.

Mark is standing at the foot of the bed, so I turn onto my stomach and go up on all fours, giving him my preferred position.

The question "Do you have a condom?" I ask. Although I have plenty of supplies on my nightstand, he is likewise ready, taking one out of his wallet and arming himself.

He takes his time once again, massaging my ass and the back of my thigh as he assesses the situation. Rebecca, you have a really attractive pussy.

I don't know whether I appreciate this moment of appreciation or if it's making me excruciatingly impatient since I'm so eager for him.

I reassure him, "It's going to feel great wrapped around your cock."

It's "damn right." Before lining up the head of his cock at my entrance, he pinches my leg and gives my butt cheek a little smack.

I don't wait for him; instead, I push back and take his tip inside of me. I try to ask for more, but he maintains his distance. He teases me and says, "What's your rush?"

I mutter, clenching a handful of blanket in anger, "I need you to fuck me." How come you're moving so slowly?

There are certain things that should be relished. Then he demonstrates for me what he means. He presses against me so slowly that it seems like pleasant pain. He moves in close before backing away, leaving the huge head of his cock just inside my door. He touches my body and rubs my clit while simultaneously depriving me of the fullness I so much need from him.

He runs a finger down the length of my spine, and I suddenly become aware of how alert every nerve ending in my body is. My legs are trembling and I feel like I could pass out from want by the time he really commits to me.

The pleasure is so much more fulfilling than I ever anticipated since I was denied what I desired. Mark must have been suffering too because as our bodies finally unite, we both moan together. All of these sensations-the stretch, the depth, the fullness, and the sense of his body pressing firmly against mine-feel better and more intense than they ever have. At least, that is how it seems.

He begins to move inside of me, abandoning his glacial pace entirely. His cadence and intensity go up with each thrust until he is crashing into me and rocking the bed with each pump while his fingers bite into my hip to hold us together.

Just as rapidly, an orgasm erupts and nearly immediately overtakes me. Ah, Mark, what the hell?

When he knows I'm coming, he pushes me even more, and I fucking love it.

Tomorrow my pussy will hurt, and I won't be anything but happy about it.

I pull the blanket closer to me and squeezing my eyes shut so tightly I can see stars. "Oh, fuck, Mark!" Thank God Jade isn't at home because I could never keep my feelings to myself.

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