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him.
    Of course it wasn’t over yet. Elle was fucked and sucked and filled up. Condoms were dispensed with so that the strangers could come all over her “plump titties.” 
    Then Cunningham got on his back and pulled her onto him, face to face. He didn’t care that her breasts were sticky with semen. “I’m so proud of you, Elle,” he said. “You can’t imagine what this means to me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”
    He wrapped his arms protectively around her, and she melted. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head on Cunningham’s broad chest and enjoying the feeling of his cock rocking in and out of her.
    “Can’t resist that gorgeous sight.” Nolan mounted her ass. He dug his fingers into her punished buttocks and fucked her tight little hole so hard that she begged for mercy. Laughter came from the men who were already spent, but they had wicked gleams in their eyes that suggested they’d be jerking off later, thinking about her desperation.
    Jonathan availed himself of her open mouth, sometimes letting some of the other men dip their re-hardening cocks.
    Elle lost track of how many times she was forced to swallow come. She was covered in sweat. The entire van smelled like dirty, carnal sex.
    When Cunningham came, he thrust up hard, and Nolan slammed his hips down, pinning her between the two of them as they wrung out every last bit of pleasure she could feel and then some.
    She was nothing but a boneless mass of female contentment, and Cunningham still held her, rocking her gently.
    Nolan took a wet towel and cleaned off her back. 
    “Sit up,” Jonathan said. Reluctantly, Elle did, already missing Cunningham’s protective touch. Jonathan wiped her breasts and stomach.
    Cunningham pulled her close again, his arms locked around her. “I know you didn’t want to do this,” he said. “And I’m glad you trusted me. I can’t tell you how much that means.”
    “I’m sorry about lunch.” She wanted to apologize to him when he wasn’t being all dominant on her.
    “Now I know that I need to pay closer attention to your emotional needs,” Cunningham said. “It’s a learning curve for me, too.” 
     
    Elle’s three lovers brought her back to the office, where they all showered and changed in preparation for dinner.
    Elle slipped her arm through Cunningham’s as they waited for the limo to pull up. “Cunningham, I don’t want to do that bridal shop.”
    Cunningham took the abrupt change of subject in stride. “Would you be saying this if we weren’t … if you weren’t my girlfriend, our girlfriend?” 
    It was a good question. “Yeah, I think I would. I’m not the best designer for that campaign.” 
    Nolan raised an eyebrow, and Cunningham frowned. “Part of my job is to make sure that you grow. Your work is superb, but you aren’t challenging yourself.”
    Elle exhaled impatiently. “What you mean is that I’m not fancy enough to be your girlfriend.”
    “Is this about the deli again? I think their sandwiches are delicious.” He looked genuinely perplexed.
    “No. It’s about me not being the perfect girl for you. I like me the way I am.”
    “I like you the way you are, too.” He was so baffled that Elle felt a twinge of guilt for putting him through this. But he needed to understand. 
    Or maybe it was wiser to take it easy for a bit after such an intense day. “Never mind.”
    The limo arrived. “I want you to meet my parents when they return from their cruise,” Cunningham said. He opened the door for her.
    “Ok.” That was an easy enough request. Unless … “Oh, but I’m really not ready for you to meet Mama.”
    “That’s fine.” The for now was implied.
    Elle stopped herself from launching into a diatribe about how close-minded her family was. She had never introduced any of her exes, and she wasn’t going to start with three boyfriends. But she would worry about all that later.
    She smiled and cheerfully accepted one of the champagne flutes that