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hers, gently flicking across her cunt as she began to squirm in his grip and held her legs open wider. She was straddled across Alexander’s knees now, allowing Pascal to see everything on display. He looked back at Alexander to gauge his reaction to the situation. He was calm, relaxed, reasonably open to suggestion.
    “Come,” she said softly, lifting a hand to him and wiggling her fingers. He sneered at the thought of her being the one to order him. However, he couldn’t deny the urge any longer and was across the floor and on his knees before she had time to blink at him. Alexander simply chuckled again and grabbed the back of his head before his mouth made contact with her. He tugged his face to look up at him and only then relaxed his hold enough to allow him forward again. She smelt divine, and the scrap of material in the way was already doused in her juices, so he reached his finger forward and wrenched the string out of the way to allow him access to the nectar. She moaned as his tongue made contact and pushed her cunt into his mouth. She ground it into him and groaned as he slipped his tongue inside her. He lapped it up like a starving Frenchman; over and over again he drunk her down and savoured her taste, all the time keeping his eyes trained on the man he loved. This was an exquisite place to be, on his knees, waiting for that darkening glare to descend. His cock hardened immeasurably as he watched Alexander pull his own cock out and lift her dress out of the way. What he wouldn’t give to wrap his own lips around it, rather than watch hers. What he wouldn’t do to just get one fucking taste of the man’s come in his throat first rather than from her mouth. He rubbed his fingers into her and listened to the mewling she let out. She needed to be fucked again, harder this time. He pressed his glistening fingers towards her ass and hoped Alexander would respond to his request, because he needed to fuck her, too, preferably with only a thin slither of skin separating him from Alexander’s cock.
    She groaned in delight as he worked his fingers into her gently. He was still a little nervous of the frown that was being thrown his way, but it wasn’t enough to stop him, and there was no conversation telling him to halt. Quite the opposite actually. So he pushed harder and spread that hole ready for his cock, reaming it out until it was only just flexible enough. He liked her tight, liked her squealing when he drove in hard. She’d be turned for him in a minute. Alexander wouldn’t give her cunt away lightly; he kept that for himself. Only once had he been allowed a feel of it around his cock, and he doubted he’d get it again in a hurry. He continued to suck and lick his way around her, drying her out for his master, just as he always did. The man liked them raw and bruised. He enjoyed the feeling of chaffing against him as he punished himself, and them, with every stoke ramming into waiting holes. Fuck, he could come just thinking about the pain it would cause him if he ever got that feeling forced into himself. Fucked raw by his Sir, battered and used by the one thing he’d spent years training for.
    Something tugged his hair again so he looked up to see the man manoeuvring her around roughly and positioning his cock at her ass. He was going to fuck her ass? But that meant... He very nearly gaped in response and sat back to watch the mastery in action. Precise fingers worked her over and she accepted whatever he asked of her.
    “Now, Pascal,” he growled out as she squealed at his size entering her and tried to brace her hands to hold her off his entire length. She should have been thankful for the offering. He quickly yanked her hands out of the way and watched her gasp out as she seated fully on Alexander’s cock. She didn’t move, just sat there and panted as he pushed her thighs wider and clamped her hands behind her back. He twisted them a little viciously to encourage her moaning and then wrapped