Wilder's Fantasies
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The young man moved in for a kiss and began to make love to her again. Marcelo matched the rhythm. Fiona's body responded to the heat and friction, her juices leaked down her thigh. Taking a breast to his mouth, Angel rubbed his teeth and tongue across her nipple. The added stimulation brought her closer and closer to coming. She prayed the men would let her climax.
She whimpered through the tremors that shook her legs. They both continued to thrust and bury themselves inside engorged and sodden cunt. Finally, the tension in her core broke free; powerful contractions pumped each wave of ecstasy through her entire body. Fiona writhed, her pussy clutched around both men’s cocks.
Angel’s movement grew jerky, beads of sweat streaming down his brow. He buried his entire shaft inside her, his quaking matching her own. Keeping her gaze on his glassy, blue eyes, she drank in the enjoyment written across his expression.
Marcelo cradled them and slid from under his two sated submissives. He stroked their bodies, soothing the jerks and twitches that gripped them until their bodies stilled.
“Stay inside her,” he told Angel and positioned himself behind the young man.
Angel tensed as Marcelo entered his ass. Fiona watched Marcelo take is pleasure, his chiseled features contorted. Angel braced himself for each of their master's thrusts but still the forward momentum drove the younger man deep into Fiona. Her cunt still swollen with arousal, she felt another orgasm building. Marcelo sank his entire cock into Angel and shook. His shudders set off a new climax inside Fiona and her body sucking at Angel's still hard shaft. She cried out pulling both men against her.
In the aftermath of the receding climaxes, the threesome collapsed into a tangle of torsos and limbs. Fiona gazed at her two men. Angel's response, a flurry of pecks along her shoulder and collarbone, Marcelo’s a languid kiss.
When his mouth receded, Fiona asked, “How did you know?”
Marcelo chuckled and caressed her cheek. “Mi amor, I see in your body language and expressions your every desire. Angelito is part of those desires, isn't he?”
Unable to speak, she buried her face in her master's chest and pulled Angel's body close behind her.
The men stroked her body, wordlessly conveying the affection of their newly formed bond.
Fiona drifted off to sleep, her emotions soaring. With Angel and Marcelo, she could explore the highest heights of pleasure and pain. She had no doubt her lover and her master would never let her down.