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Pearl trusted both of them. She remembered Wesley was a little rougher than Anthony but she knew he would not let things get too carried away.

“All right, I’ll allow this,” she said.

“Good, now hold your hands out in front of you,” he told her.

She did as he asked and watched as he tied her wrists together. Not too tightly, but they were bound with a rope. Suddenly everything went dark.

She gasped. “Anthony.”

“It’s all right, darling. Now I’m going to lay you down on the blanket.”

They laid her down. Wesley was at her head and he pulled her arms up over her head. He drove a stick into the ground to keep her from moving.

“Relax, darling, you’re going to love this,” he said.

Then she felt Anthony’s mouth on her legs as he spread her apart. His mouth trailed up her thigh, licking the inner part.

She groaned at the feeling of his lips tickling her.

He kneeled between her knees, and she realized he’d stopped kissing her leg and was at her center.

“Darling, you have the prettiest pussy. Now I’m going to eat you,” he said.

Suddenly his mouth was on her center and she lifted off the blanket.

“Aargh,” she cried. “Anthony.”

Wesley was at her breasts licking her nipples. One man was between her legs, creating a firestorm raging within her, and the other was kissing and biting her breasts.

“Please,” she cried.

He bit her clit and she screamed. “Anthony, oh, please.”

Then he licked her opening, sticking his tongue inside her. She writhed on the blanket needing something. She didn’t know what but wanted relief.

If only she could pull him deeper into her, but her hands were tied and she couldn’t see what they were doing, but it was driving her over the edge. Darkness surrounded her, causing her to focus on the pleasure she experienced between her legs.

She screamed and Wesley layered his mouth over hers, silencing her, and yet his mouth commanded her lips as he shoved his tongue deep into her mouth, gripping her head.

The orgasm began to swell and rise inside of her.

She had nothing to grip, nothing to hold onto as her body trembled, her limbs shaking as she clenched Anthony’s tongue.

Vibrating, she cried out in Wesley’s mouth and he released her. She quivered in the waves of crescendoing pleasure.

For a moment, she floated back down to earth and then Anthony rose above her.

“God, I want to fuck you so bad, but we’re going to wait until we say our vows,” Anthony promised her. “Your turn, Wesley.”

“With pleasure,” he said. “But this time, you can’t come until I say you can. Do you understand me?”

What was the man talking about? Did he think she had any say over these orgasms?

“I can’t control them,” she said.

“Yes, you can, and if you don’t, you’ll be punished. And oh, darling, you know how much I enjoy spanking you.”

A groan escaped from her and then his mouth was upon her center and she felt him bite her clit, and once again, desire slammed into her. She gasped as his tongue ran over the folds between her legs.


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