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“Oooh ...,” he whispers.
They both fill me.
Eric pulls out, his penis hard and stiff. He watches as my body moves to Björn’s rhythms.
“God, I’m going to come!” cries Björn.
He grabs me by the hips and presses me to him. That makes me twist and moan.
“More!” I scream.
Björn emerges from inside me and then dives back in. I open my eyes. Eric is by my side, watching, and I see the lust in his eyes. I like that. It excites me. Björn grunts, leans back, and then lets himself tumble. Eric sits on the side of the bed and puts on a condom.
“Jude, come ... Sit on me,” he says.
My legs are shaky, but I move and obey. I’m ready to be penetrated again. I want it. His penis glides into my swollen vagina, and mercilessly, he crushes me to him.
“Like that ... Come on, love, scratch my back.”
I moan ... I scream and scratch him. For a few minutes, Eric rotates his hips, and his penis dances inside me as I push against him. I love that feeling of plenitude.
“Eric ...”
“Yes, love ...,” he whispers as he squeezes me to him over and over and gives me the sensation that he’s going to split me in two.
“I like it ... oh ... yes ... I like it.”
He nods; his eyes are on fire.
“I know, sweetness ... I know.”
Lying next to us, Björn watches and then moves behind me and touches my nipples with his fingers while Eric continues to smash me against him.
“We won’t do it today, love ... but someday, we’ll both be in your vagina at the same time.”
My body spasms.
I hear a shriek, and I see Frida on the bed. When did she come in?
She’s being penetrated by two men too. Andrés is in her vagina, while Fred is loose and fierce in her ass. Our eyes meet and I get goose bumps. We both enjoy what these men do to us.
A devastating orgasm is about to hit me ... I feel such heat.
My vagina flexes and clenches Eric’s monumental erection. We both cry out, and I let myself go.
Exhausted, I lie in his arms while he says sweet and pretty words of love. It seems crazy that we can be so intimate while surrounded by so many other people. But it’s true. This is a totally intimate moment, just between him and me.
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Two days later, after that night of lustful sex we spent in Frida and Andrés’s game room, life goes on. I’m more attached to Eric by the minute, and he seems much more concerned and attentive to me. Anything I might need or want he gives to me before I even ask. Could he be falling in love with me?
That morning, Andrés decides to order a paella for our lunch later in the day. At about two in the afternoon, we go down to the beach to eat by a fire. It’s the best paella I’ve ever had. Eric’s phone buzzes constantly, and I see the nameMartaas much as I seeBetta. I don’t say anything, and he pretty much says everything with his expressions. After the paella, we all decide to sunbathe for a little while.
Eric’s phone buzzes again. He finally texts something back, but a little later, he gets frustrated and asks Andrés to take him back to the chalet. His mood has changed, and though he tries to hide it, his face is an open book.
I quickly get up and begin to gather our things. When he sees what I’m doing, Eric takes my hand.
“Stay with Frida, sweetheart. Andrés will be back to be with you.”