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agreed. “Like last time you and I were together?”
     
    Oh yeah, the fire lotion episode. If we weren’t going that far this time, I thought I’d be okay.
     
    Betra dripped yellow goo over my breasts. “One for you and one for me,” he told Oses happily. He set the bowl with still more than half the sauce left over to the side.
     
    “Fair enough.” Oses sat next to my prone body and leaned in with a very glad expression and erection. He licked the fastest falling drop rolling down beneath my armpit, and kept going up all the way to the nipple.
     
    “Yum,” he said, as I giggled at the ticklish-erotic sensation.
     
    Betra was right in that there was a little warmth, especially where that raspy tongue lapped up the rasgrul . It reminded me of when I’d chopped jalapenos in the past and the resulting heat on my fingertips. Very warm, but not painful. It was a good feeling.
     
    “My turn,” Betra said. He took out a wide swath of sauce at the bottom of the breast on his side and smacked his lips together. My insides bubbled in joy. I liked being dessert.
     
    “Delicious,” Oses said, bending to suck my nipple clean of sauce. I squealed as he drew hard and licked the pebbled tip with great enthusiasm. Excitement zapped from breast to clit.
     
    Back and forth the rapturous feasting went. My breasts tingled from the attention as the men licked, suckled, and mouthed them with abandon. Hands crept down by body to enjoy points south. Being his typical baby belly-worshiping self, Betra caressed my bump. Oses went further down to tease my pussy.
     
    “Speaking of tasty sauces,” the Nobek said, licking his dripping fingers after cleaning the breast he’d been assigned to.
     
    “You can mix them, you know,” Betra said, waggling his eyebrows at us both. “Dr. Tep said it’s okay, so long as you keep the rasgrul on the outside.”
     
    “Oh did he?” Oses said at the same time that I groaned and covered my face with my hands. I spread my fingers to give Betra a glare.
     
    “I am tired of that man knowing everything I do in the bedroom,” I told my liaison.
     
    Betra didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “He needs to know for the baby’s sake. Besides, I think we’re helping his clan with their own seduction techniques.”
     
    I wrinkled my nose. “You know, I think I want to think about Tep getting busy almost as little as I want him to be thinking of me like that.”
     
    “Too much talk,” Oses growled as he slid down to put his face level with my sex. “Hand me that bowl of sauce.”
     
    I was freshly drizzled above and below decks. Betra now had my tits to himself while Oses concentrated on my pussy. Warmth and tongues and lips and occasionally little nips from teeth ... I quickly forgot my momentary pique with Betra.
     
    Oh those wonderful men. With those talented mouths in play, I could forgive them anything.
     
    My insides churned in a good way as I was lustfully devoured for several minutes. The warmth of the sauce permeated deep into my flesh as low rumbles of pleasure grew to shuddering bliss and occasional thunderclaps of pure sensation. Oses worked to stretch my ass with his fingers as he mouthed my mound, letting me know there was so much more fun in store later. He was extremely careful to make sure he ate up all the sauce before it could drip down where his fingers twisted and plumbed.
     
    I never got a taste of the rasgrul , but I know I absolutely love it. I’m thinking of keeping a bowl on my bedside table for my bed partners’ midnight snacking needs.
     
    Mine wasn’t the only unhappy sigh when the last of it was lapped from my trembling flesh. Then Oses smiled brightly at the still-covered bowl on the bedside table. “Shall I open it?” he asked Betra.
     
    The Imdiko grinned from ear to ear. “Absolutely. However, that one is Shalia’s dessert. Now that her dinner has had time to settle, she might be ready to indulge herself – and us.”
     
    I crooked a