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Calla

These boys are going to be the end of me , I think with tired amusement as I attempt to catch my breath.

I need another shower, but right now, I haven’t got the energy to do anything more than lie here between two of my boys, wrapped up in a Billy and Jesse sandwich on top of the messy bed sheets.

The heat from our sweaty bodies and the warmth in our hotel room is enough that we don’t need covers over us.

Every single one of my muscles is aching, and I’m stretched, sore, and extremely satiated. Knowing my boys, though, they’ll be ready to go again soon enough. I can barely keep up with them, but I try my best.

I can’t very well ask them to give their best in whatever they do if I don’t do the same. I suppose there’s also the added bonus that if I’m almost as limp as a ragdoll with exhaustion, it’s easier for them to manipulate and move me into whatever intriguing and exciting positions they can think up.

The smell of sweat and sex permeates around us, and I make a mental note to open the window a little to air out the room when we leave.

I glance toward the closed door leading to the adjoining room, and I wonder where Doc and Clyde are. I’m surprised they didn’t come in and join us, and as tired as I am, I’m almost disappointed.

I enjoy spending time with each of them alone, but there’s something intoxicating and thrilling about being the center of their attention when they’re all together.

It’s intimidating, exhilarating, and completely mind-blowing when they are all working in smooth tandem with one another.

My cheeks heat and wetness pools between my legs as I think about how just this morning they turned me into a ‘snowman’.

Every part of me aches, burning deliciously, and try as I might to resist the pull, sleep carries me away into darkness.