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He brings my hand to his lips and trails soft kisses on my skin.

I press my knees together, squeezing.

It does little to subside my mounting desire. On the contrary.

From this angle, the woman’s ass is facing us, so there’s nothing obstructing our view of the man’s handsome face. The passion reflected in his expression tugs at my breath. Love floods from every inch of him. It’s so powerful, I feel it at my core. It’s the same expression I see reflecting in Levi’s eyes when I’m on my knees sucking him off.

My fiancé reaches out, his fingers moving my hair off my neck so he can set his lips there.

A wave of goosebumps erupts along my body, and I whimper in need. I offer him better access by tilting my head to the side, my eyes never leaving the couple.

Levi kisses, licks, and bites my neck.

I moan.

Suddenly, the mansteps back. He strips out of his jeans, kicking them to the side. He’s completely naked. He has a good body, nothing to sneeze at, but it’s a far cry from Levi’s sculpted muscles. The man threads a hand through his wife’s brown hair, holding her head steady while he stares down at her. It’s like they’re in this intimate communion.

Suddenly, he helps his wife up.

Together, they move to the low bed set behind them. He climbs on first and lies flat on his back. His head is facing us.

She straddles his head, placing her feet flat on the bed, hovering above his face. The man sticks out his tongue, beckoning her. She parts her pussy lips with both hands and slowly lowers her body until she’s sitting on his face.

“This is the best part,” Levi announces.

I glance at him.

Lust burns bright in his blue eyes, no doubt a mirror of my own horniness.

He tilts his head to the couple. “You don’t want to miss the way he ravishes her pussy.”

I move my gaze, returning it to the dirty couple.

The BBW curvy woman rocks her wide hips back and forth, her enormous breasts swaying to the same cadence.

It’s slow and steady at first, but she picks up the pace.

My eyes widen in shock when she grabs her husband’s hair, lifting his head to her pussy, riding his face in a rough and unrepentant way. Her long hair flies all over the place. Her pretty face is sheened with sweat. She’s completely abandoned to the moment. As much as I’m enjoying the show, I’m a bit jealous.

Her husband grabs hold of her soft stomach, holding her tight. His tongue probes, toys and licks her clit. He’s fucking devouring her pussy.

For a few long beats she rides his face fast and furious until she changes position. Instead of worshipping her clit, the man is now licking her ass with gusto.

We’re not in Kansas anymore, folks.

“You love it when I do that to you,” Levi husks low in my ear.

I nod, a wicked smile tugging at my lips.

To my surprise, he grabs a remote control from the table––I hadn’t noticed until now—points it at a box on the wall and the next thing I know, moans and grunts fill our room.

My wide eyes shift to my fiancé’s.

“We can hear them?!” I whisper.

“They can’t hear us,” he answers my unspoken question. “I didn’t want you to feel like you were drinking from a fire hose, so I held back. Now that I’ve added the sound, it’s about to get a lot dirtier.”

The woman’s hips move faster and faster, matching her frantic fingers skating over her clit.