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Four candles
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Four candles A darkened room. Candles burrning softly on the shelf, and the coffee table. There were three of them: one blonde, one brunette, and one dark redhead. The blonde was straddling his face in reverse, her tasty pink pussy perched above his mouth to let him to savor her folds and juices with his lips and tongue. Her back was arched and her knees were planted on the rug on either side of his torso, her feet down past his ears, her luscious bottom pushed out. She was kissing and canoodling with the brunette, who was impaled upon the entirety of his cock, six inches buried in her hot velvety sheath as she straddled his waist. She was not moving, having just acquired her position and thus content, for the moment, to enjoy the feel of being filled and the sensation of locking lips with another woman. Of course, she was also enjoying the pleasurable experience of having her back door licked: the dark redhead was curled up between his legs, fingering herself as she lapped alternately at his balls and the brunette's ass. It was quite the scene and he was enjoying himself thoroughly, even if at the moment his visuals were somewhat impaired by the body of the blonde. Not that he minded in truth: he was happy to gaze point-blank upon the blonde girl's ass, which he would certainly become more acquainted with as the night wore on. And then the brunette began to move, rocking her hips forward and back, lifting herself up and sliding back down, rolling his shaft around, doing her damndest to give him every conceivable ounce of pleasure. He moaned into the pussy of the blonde and the vibrations coursed through the girl's body, the shuddering growing more and more pronounced until she exploded with a burst of juice over his face and a squeal into the mouth of the brunette, who shivered herself with pleasure and bucked her hips forcefully back and jammed her ass into the face of the redhead, whose tongue speared straight up that of the brunette, causing her to jump again and squeal back into the mouth of the blonde, who was trembling violently now and mashing her pussy into his face. It was chaos, pure and simple: a frenzied, beautiful, four-person orgy-chain of fucking. He could feel the muscles of the brunette milking him and decided he did not care if he lasted that long on this first go-round. There would be plenty more time to sample other delights between the rest of that night and the next morning. And so as he felt himself coming close to the edge he did three things in succession: first, he stuck his tongue as far up the pussy of the blonde as he could, trying to reach as deep into her crevice as possible; second, he brought his hand up, smacked the blonde on the ass, and drove his pointer finger into her asshole up to the second knuckle; and third, he released himself and exploded into the depths of the brunette, spilling his seed without warning. The brunette screamed as she realized what was happening, knowing now that he was filling her up. The blonde screamed as well, but for an entirely different reason: never before had anything, anything, ever been inside her ass. The redhead, meanwhile, noticed little of what was happening beyond the sudden screams themselves, and was perfectly with nuzzling his balls. Several long, luxurious moments later, the blonde and the brunette collapsed beside him in a heap, exhausted after tremendous orgasms, and the redhead quickly followed suit, climbing onto the pile of limbs even though she had not yet reached climax, nor was particularly tired. Turning his head to the left to see an exquisite pair of breasts and turning his head to the right to find more of the same, he grinned. Ripe and ready for the taking, if only one had the courage to act . . . and he did. When I'm good I'm very, very good but when I'm bad I'm better  |
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