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“I’m not much of a cook,” she admits with a shrug. “But I do like to experiment in the kitchen.”

“We’ll have to cook dinner together sometime,” Tanner says. “We’re pretty decent chefs.”

He’s exaggerating, but I wouldn’t mind seeing Kendall in a cute apron. Possibly injusta cute apron and nothing else, thank you very much.

The sun sets behind us as we drink our beers and get to know each other. With every fun fact that comes out of Kendall’s lips, the three of us fall harder for her. Not only is she great with kids, a fan of cooking TV shows, and the most caring human being we’ve ever met, but she also prefers video games to watching movies, enjoys a lazy afternoon with nothing to do, and she can count to a hundred in seven languages.

“I don’t know anything but numbers in any of the other languages,” she says. “But it’s a fun party trick.”

“Do Spanish,” Tanner says.

She giggles.

“Do you really want me to?”

We nod. She shrugs and starts to count. We watch, mesmerized, as her lips form the numbers. Spanish is such a sexy language, even when it’s only counting to a hundred.

By fifty, we can’t take it anymore. I cut off fifty-one with a kiss.

“I wasn’t done!” she murmurs. I kiss her harder, slipping my tongue between her parted lips.

“We’ll hear the rest later.”

Kendall nods, sinking into the kiss. On her other side, Trace slides his hands up under her shirt and fondles her breasts. Tanner works his fingers under her skirt.

After a few minutes, we switch places. Tanner kisses Kendall hard, and I rip open the button-down shirt like I’ve wanted to since she walked in. Her bra is the next to come off and I toss it across the room. She won’t be needing it for a while.

My lips immediately close around her exposed nipple, eliciting a moan. My other hand plays with her left breast while my tongue dances around her areola. She arches her back, pushing her chest against my face. I nibble on her tender skin.

“Yes, that feels so good!”

She could be talking to me or Trace, whose head has disappeared into her skirt. Kendall’s panties are hanging on a lamp in the corner of the room.

We switch up again, Trace kissing Kendall. She moans when she tastes herself on his lips.

I pull off her skirt, giving myself complete access to her gorgeous pussy. I tease her, biting at her thighs and tracing around her wet slit.

“Please,” she begs, scooting her mound towards me. “Put something in me. I need it.”

“Your wish is my command,” I tell her, dipping one finger into her waiting hole. It slides right in, so I add another, and then another.

“Yes!” she cries out, eyes fluttering closed. “Faster. Please, I want it.”

I plunge my fingers faster, giving her what she wants, while Trace plies her lips and Tanner enjoys her huge breasts.

After a few more thrusts, Kendall screams out as she climaxes on my fingers. I don’t stop, riding out the waves of her orgasm with long strokes while my fingers are almost snapped off.

She’s panting as she comes down.

“That was amazing.”

I smirk. “We’re just getting started.”

“Thank God,” Kendall says.

I give the guys a look. We discussed it last night, and we know exactly what we want.

“Open your mouth, baby,” I say. I slide my jeans down to my ankles, finally releasing my aching cock.