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“That’s it,” she gasped. “Ohhhh… yeah. Dig me out!”

Every word brought me closer to the edge. I couldn’t last like this. Not with her body writhing beneath me, whispering deliciously filthy things. Not with the smell of her, the feel of her. The combination of her heat, her wetness, the oil…

“I— I can…”

She was delirious now. Almost manic.

“I… I can feel you all the way at the bottom…”

Her head lolled back, and all I could see was the whites of her eyes. Then it felt it; the spasms around me. The hard, rapid contractions of her innermost muscles as she came all over my cock, her fingernails digging painfully into the flesh of my ass.

“Oh GOD oh GOD oh GODDDDDDD…”

I lost it halfway through, shooting deeper inside her than ever before. Sammara’s hands were like talons, gripping me tightly. Digging in like she was trying to force my whole body inside her, spreading her legs so wide I could hear the crack of her hips.

FUCKKKK…

My world disappeared, and for a good half minute I was lost in the searing white purity of my own climax. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. It felt like my very soul was exiting my body, rushing outward like an ebbing tide. Traveling through the strong, raging erection I had planted between my girlfriend’s beautiful legs… and nothing but undiluted pleasure came flowing back in.

When I looked up again Kyle was on the bed, holding her in his arms, keeping her steady while she recovered. His gaze met mine, and after a quick smirk of approval he tossed me a towel.

“You’re bleeding.”

Shit, I was. Both sides of my ass had been scratched by Sammara’s nails. Twisting at the waist, I could see ten sharp indentations in the flesh of my rear end.

“That’s it,” I said, only partly joking. “No more pointed-nail manicures for you.”

Sammara’s chest rose and fell with long, deep breaths, still lost in her own euphoria. She half-nodded, half-smiled as I pulled out of her.

“Wow…”

The entire area between her legs was a sopping wet mess. A pear-shaped drop of my creamy white seed formed a pearlescent button inside her.

Absently I stared at it, fixating on it. Wondering if—

“Thank you,” she finally breathed. “The both of you.” She smiled warmly. “I needed my boys today. More than I even realized.”

I slid up alongside her, enjoying the welcome warmth of her body. Staring down into her eyes as she lay glistening in the candlelight, stretched out between us.

That’s when I noticed it. A lone teardrop… streaming down one pink cheek.

“Sammara!” I gasped. “What’s wrong?”

Kyle bolted upright. Apparently he noticed it too.

Then we were holding her, cradling her against us… as both hands went to her face and she began sobbing uncontrollably.

Four

SAMMARA

“Sammara what is it?”

Kyle’s voice was fraught with concern. I could feel their hands on me, consoling me, pulling me against them as I continued sobbing. But the dam had already been broken. I couldn’t stop.

“Tell us, please! What’s did we do to—”

“It’s not you,” I bawled. “It’s me. It’s all me.”