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head, already limp and sweating from three glorious orgasms, but when she saw the intensity, the insane yearning etched into his not-so-perfect features, her body went from sated to needy in a hurry. She glanced down his body and realized he’d put on a lubricated condom. Con too.
    “You belong to us, Tory,” Devon explained, his voice rough. “This hot little cunt, this tight ass is for us alone to fuck. No other.”
    She didn’t have the presence of mind to argue. Later for that. Suddenly, as if choreographed, Con and Devon both entered her. Inner muscles stretched. Too much.
    “I can’t!” she cried, her body tensing as panic started to overwhelm her.
    Devon pulled out instantly, while Con stayed seated deep inside her pussy. Holding perfectly still, he waited for Devon’s command. They’d done this before, she realized. Enough to establish their own roles.
    Tory didn’t want to even go down that depressing road.
    Lowering his big, powerful body, Devon covered her like a heavy, warm blanket, his arms resting on the mattress on either side of Con’s torso. “You can take us, sweetness. You’re just scared,” Devon murmured as he kissed her nape. “Let me in and I swear you won’t regret it.”
    He stroked her hair and smoothed a palm down her arm to her hip, where he cupped her bottom and kneaded the plump flesh. She relaxed, giving the men, giving herself, what they needed, craved. Devon seemed to sense her surrender and began a slow glide inside her, filling her. The delicious pressure and
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    friction took her breath away. Oh God, she’d never been so incredibly full, and yet there wasn’t any pain.
    The silky inner walls of her vagina were caressed with sweet strokes from Con, and the tight channel of her bottom felt every slide and thrust from Devon. Suddenly, all the worries, all the questions and fears, got pushed to the side.
    Later, much later, she would get to the bottom of things. For now, she would do as Devon had instructed and just feel.
    With each inward push from Devon, Con pulled outward. Her muscles clutched them both in a tight fist. She squeezed her ass, giving Devon a more intense pleasure. Passion spiked, and their movements turned frantic as both men fucked her hard and fast.
    “Christ, yeah, sugar. That’s so damn good.” Devon grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face toward Con. “Kiss our girl, Con.”
    “Mmm, my pleasure.” Con leaned up and kissed her. Hard. He thurst his tongue into her mouth, licking and teasing. He released her and growled, “You taste so sweet, baby.” His large palms cupped her tits and pulled them up. “All over.” He sucked and nibbled on the hard peaks, and Tory moaned, unable to hold back the flood of heat. Devon grabbed her hips and slammed into her, fucking her. Dominating her.
    Claiming her body and soul.
    Within moments, the men exploded. Tory felt every jolt of Devon’s cock inside her ass and the pulsing heat as Con came inside her pussy. Both men shouted her name. Tory felt fingers flicking her clit, she wasn’t sure which man touched her, nor did she care, because she too burst wide open as an orgasm tore through her, destroying her.
    Con littered her face with tiny kisses. Cheeks, lips and eyelids received special attention. Tory merely lay there, exhausted, sweating, spent. Devon praised her as he came down on top of her, blanketing her body with his larger one. He sucked on her shoulder, leaving a stinging love bite behind, his dick, now semi-erect, still imbedded deep.
    “Merry Christmas, sugar,” Devon whispered against her ear. Con kissed the top of her head and said, “Yeah, Merry Christmas, baby.”
    Tory grunted. It was all she was capable of in that moment. She wanted to say something to ease the tension she could already feel rising in the room. Something witty, something cool, but damn, she was just too tired. As Devon’s weight lifted off her, his cock slowly slipping