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I for one, never thought I would feel this way again. To be connected via the writhing, lust-fueled body of this beautiful blonde. To have those starfire blue eyes boring into mine, silently challenging me to continue. Virtually ordering me to seal the deal, to make her ours again, and not simply just mine or Randall’s.

Of course, I could’ve been reading into things. She could just be dick-drunk. That definitely happened. But the way Andrea was staring back at me… the way her eyes pleaded with mine, even as we screwed her absolutely stupid…

Well, it was the kind of look that was impossible to ignore.

Andrea was screwing me back now, clawing me into her body with those long, painted nails. There were still so many unanswered questions. Right now though, they could wait.

I leaned down and gave in to what I really wanted, which was to drink her lips with mine. To kiss her while I fucked her. To make that more intimate, personal connection.

“You feel so thick…”

She murmured the words between kisses, her tongue teasing my lips. Randall had pulled back for a minute, to give us room. To give us our moment together, until the next switch.

And yet…

“Get on your back.”

I rolled over as Andrea’s hand went to my chest. She was taking control. Taking command. It was something Donna would do, of course, and that made it even more appealing to me. Yet just another pleasant reminder at how similar they actually were.

“Ohhhhhh, FUCK that’s good!”

Randall was behind her as she impaled herself on me. He was playing with her tits. Chewing wetly on her her neck as she turned over her shoulder to kiss him, as hotly and as passionately as she was now riding my cock.

And I could see his eyes too. My former teammate questioned things a lot less than I did, but I could tell he was thinking along the same lines I was. That as fun as this was, maybe it wasn’t just a one-time thing.

Maybe it could actually—

“Come in me.”

Andrea was staring down into my eyes. Riding me in a circular, grinding motion, while tracing my nipples with the pads of her fingers.

“I want you to come in my pussy…”

The words might’ve been a request. The roll of her hips made them a command. The way she said it too, especially that last word. The way it dropped from her full, beautiful lips, even as she screwed down against my balls, all slick with her wetness…

I was at the very edge when I felt it. Her eyes flared, her body stiffened, and suddenly, all the way on the inside, I could feel everything just squeeze…

“FUCK!”

I came like a thunderclap, clamping both hands down on her smooth, creamy thighs. Pulling her downward with every ounce of my strength, while thrusting up deeply, shooting myself into her womb. I filled her with pulse after pulse, jet after jet of my warm, sticky come. And through it all she just grinned. Grinned and grinded and rolled her hips in that perfect little circle, until she’d emptied me completely, leaving me spent and happy inside her.

“Now you…”

Andrea rolled off me and onto her back, spreading her legs wide. She dipped a finger through her wetness. It came back gooey and pearly and covered in a frothy mixture of our combined sex…

Randall didn’t have to be asked twice.

He mounted her immediately, and went straight to fucking her with a wild, savage abandon. I’d never seen him worked up into such a desperate frenzy. Not like this.

“AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!”

My ex-teammate’s face went stark white, his jaw clenching so tightly I was sure he teeth would shatter. Then he was filling her, just as I had. Pumping his way though a gut-churning climax, while our shared lover dug her nails deeply into his asscheeks and urged him on.

“YES, baby… YES…”

He plowed her deep through his climax, spreading her legs wide. Clamping his hands on the underside of her legs… pushing until her knees touched her ears so he could look down and see the fruits of his labor.

By the time he was finished, there was come everywhere. It leaked out of her, all over the makeshift bed. Seeped into the sheets and blankets, just beneath.