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Meg felt tears well in her eyes. She reached down and cupped the
strong line of Cian’s jaw. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she
kissed him. “I love you, too.” She sighed as she pulled her torso back
up. She looked at Beck and opened her every emotion to him. “I love
you.”
Beck smiled. His face was open, and he looked younger than she
could ever remember seeing him. Beck always had a heavy mantle of
responsibility clinging to him, but now all she could see was his
satisfaction. “I love you, wife. Never doubt it. Now lean back and let
Ci fuck that pussy. Put your hands on his thighs.”
Meg leaned back. It pushed her breasts forward. They bounced
with every thrust of Cian’s cock. Beck was already getting hard again.
Meg closed her eyes. Cian’s hands gripped her hips. He slammed her
down on his cock. He controlled the pace and swiveled his hips up,
tunneling into her pussy and hitting that spot, making her moan.
“Does that feel good, lover?” Cian laughed as he watched her
jiggle on his cock. “I love watching you dance on my dick. I love
hearing you scream for me even more.”
His hand came forward, and he stroked her throbbing clitoris.
Meg gasped as her womb clenched with pleasure.
“Send it out, Meg,” Cian commanded.
Meg nodded as she started to come, and she pushed the sensation
outward. Waves of satisfaction rolled across her skin and out of her
mind to her lovers. Meg cried out at her peak. She watched Beck. He
hissed as his cock started weeping again.
Cian growled as she started to go limp above him. He flipped her
over and rearranged her limbs. She was languid with satisfaction as
Cian propped her ankles on his shoulders and shoved his cock back
inside.