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I could no longer see anything at all because my eyes had rolled back so far. A fire was burning in my lungs, but I didn't care.
" "Huh?" I scrunched up my nose and tried to think about what he could be referring to.
One of the guys said it was a relief they didn't have to hide their secret anymore. They didn't even stop fucking while I gathered my stuff.
"You know the song, 'Mrs. Robinson,' by Simon and Garfunkel.
I wanted the old traditions I'd always known. with Chris added in.
"What's wrong?" "Shh. " He brought my left hand above my head and held it there with his, kissing me harder, my head pressing into the pillow now.
He actually whimpered when I tilted my head and lifted his cock. His eyes widened the moment my tongue touched the first of the six tiny balls on the underside of his shaft.
" How I kept my voice even, I have no idea. Maybe it was Chris's presence, which was more evident as he'd slid his arm around under my breasts and lightly grasped my left side as soon as Dirk had stepped forward.
The one I'd gone without spending beyond bills and minimal groceries for six months so I could afford it. And now, their half-naked bodies were rolling all over the plush, suede cushions, the pillows discarded over the back of the couch and scattered on the floor.