Wild Desire
I was still throbbing when the brothers disengaged both their fingers and their mouths and after a whispered consultation in their own language, lifted me bodily from the couch and lowered me on to the rug.
Eyes closed, I just lay there. I knew I had a silly cat-with-the-cream grin on my face, but it didn’t seem to matter one bit. My sex felt too hot, too wet and too glowing for me to worry about anything. I heard the brothers moving about nearby, and furniture being moved to make space. As the football commentator still enthused in the background, I heard the rustle of clothing and soft words muttered in Italian. Somebody had just scored when the sound from the television went quieter.
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