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his head down and sucked her nipple into her mouth, biting gently.
    Pearce dropped his hand from her ass and slid his finger along her slick folds. “Damn, you are wet for us.”
    He dropped to his knees behind her and she spread her legs wider, feeling his tongue as it licked and kissed her spank-reddened flesh.
    He pressed one long finger inside her cunt and withdrew it, lubricating her asshole with her own juices.
    Johnson dropped to his knees then too and captured her clit in his mouth, flicking it over and over as Pearce kept fingering her from behind, pressing his fingers into her asshole. She bucked against him, needing even more contact.
    Jenna loved having Johnson’s mouth on her pussy, but she needed his cock inside her. She ran her hands over his well-muscled shoulders, scraping them with her fingernails, her knees trembling as he brought her to the edge of orgasm.
    With Johnson still sucking her clit, Pearce stood up, and she heard the zipper on his pants go down.
    The sound of him freeing his cock made her groan with desire. He pressed his hard length against her ass cheek and she wriggled against it.
    Spreading her ass cheeks with his large hands, Pearce pressed the head of his cock against her tight asshole, already well lubricated with her cream.
    “Breathe,” he murmured in her ear, and, standing behind her, slowly entered her. The feel of Pearce’s cock inside her ass as Johnson sucked her clit made her come instantly, crying out in pleasure.
    Pearce continued fucking her ass and Johnson kissed his way up her belly, swirling his tongue around her navel, bypassing her breasts entirely as he kissed her mouth.
    Now that Johnson stood Jenna made quick work of his pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it with her hands.
    He positioned himself at the entrance of her cunt and she moaned as he thrust into her, hitting her G-spot. She’d never felt so filled before in her life.
    “You’re so tight with your ass full of cock,” Johnson whispered, drawing back and thrusting hard into her pussy again, eliciting a moan of passion from her.
    She gyrated her hips, loving the feel of both cocks in her, loving the feeling of a hard muscular chest in front of her and another behind her.
    She lolled her head back and rested it on Pearce’s chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat as he pounded into her. He nibbled her earlobe, his wet tongue laving her neck and ear, and she nearly came just from that extra stimulation.
    Johnson grunted suddenly and pulled out of her, shooting his come in a hot jet across her belly. The sound of his orgasm must have excited the other man, because Pearce thrust harder in her ass now, grabbing her hips and pounding into her until she climaxed again, nearly falling to her knees.
    He pulled out and, turning her around so she faced him, kissed her mouth deeply. He roughly fisted his cock until his come spurted onto her belly. The two men’s come mixed together, dribbling down past her navel.
    Panting, Jenna lay down across the subway seats, staring past the two soldiers into the dark of the tracks, watching the flame of the garbage fire.
    Pearce picked up her washrag from the pail and gently wiped her belly, cleaning off the evidence of their ménage, and wiping her pussy and asshole clean of her own juices.
    She lay still, feeling more comforted by this small gesture than by anything else he would have been able to do for her. Unless he could tell her about Emily, to tell her she was all right.
    Johnson put her hard-earned cigarette to her lips. “I can go get a light from the fire out there if you want your cig now.”
    Jenna nodded, smiling. It had been too long since she’d had a cigarette. “But don’t expect me to share,” she said, laughing.
    “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
    He ducked out of the subway car, straightening his clothes. When he left, Pearce sat next to her on an empty seat by her head, stroking her hair. It had gone so long without a proper shampooing