tugged his shirt off and tossed it away. He stared at her for a moment,
but Meg didn’t seem to feel self-conscious. She was so beautiful. Her
pussy was a ripe, pink jewel. Her clit pouted out of its hood, tempting
him to play. Cian played with her breasts, and she moved restlessly
beneath his hands.
Beck traced the lips of her pussy with his forefinger. She was
getting wet. Her folds were getting slick with a pearly cream. She
tried to move against him, seemingly trying to get his fingers in her
cunt, but Cian held her tight. Beck let his fingers follow the seam of
her pussy all the way down to her puckered asshole. Oh, that was a
pretty sight. “Ci, have you fucked that little ass of hers yet?”
Cian chuckled behind her. He licked and nipped at her neck. “No,
but I’ve played with it enough. I’ve stretched her. She’s ready.”
He saw Meg tense, but then she relaxed back against Cian’s skin.
It would be all right. She would trust them. She was theirs, and they
would always take care of her.
Beck leaned over and settled himself onto the mattress, belly
down. He shoved his nose in her pussy and breathed her in like he
would smell a flower.
“I love your scent, wife,” Beck growled before he swiped his
tongue across the swollen lips of her pussy. They pouted and
beckoned to him.
Meg cried out. Beck could feel the pleasure she took. It felt so
good. Her flesh was engorged and throbbing. Cian’s arms and legs
were manacles holding her down for Beck’s pleasure. It was
everything she could have wanted, and Beck was happy to give it to
her. Beck settled in to give his wife everything she desired.
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