Her Two Lovers


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The woman had two lovers, neither of whom particularly objected to the
other, both of whom took pleasure in her pleasure.  The two men,
different in so many ways, each took delight in pleasing the woman far
in excess of the ocassional twangs of mutual jealousy.  When they
could, the woman and her men found time to spend together.  There were
times when no one took an interest how they spent their time, leaving
the woman and her men hours and hours to indulge in her.

She loved them both, each in their own way.  They were both handsome
men, strong and masculine, and they were in hopelessly in love with
her.  Their cocks stood firm and eager.  She gave them her undivided
attention.

Standing by the bar, they stripped her clothes away, pulling her shirt
up over her head, pushing her skirt to the floor.  Kisses assaulted
her lips and bites the back of her neck.  Hands grasped her little
boobies, squeezing and pinching and tugging, while hands kneaded her
fleshy bottom and fingers opened her cunt.  Hands and hands moved upon
her, hands and lips and cocks.

Her petite fist enclosed his sturdy prick as she stretched out her
wanting tongue.  A thick lust drove in from behind, filling her pussy
with cock in a plunge, sending a cock sliding full into her throat. 
Bent over a barstool, her limber body convulsed in the wanton rhythms
of her men, pushing and pulling, grabbing and twisting, throbbing as
he spanked her butt with fierce stacatto smacks.

She climbed on her lover and rode him hard with mad paces.  Grabbing
ahold of her bumping cheeks, the other slid an oiled dick into her
waiting tight asshole.  She lurched forward and groaned.  The fuck
from above met the fuck from below with a fury.  Sensations gripped
her naughtiness, sending the woman wild in an endless fit of spasms
and squeals.  As we love you, baby, come and come and come.