Free Brit Party by Desiree Holt, Brynn Paulin, Ashley Ladd Page A

him with her teeth then soothing the hard length with flicks from her tongue. He stiffened as he shoved deep, one last time. Cum sprayed down her throat and she swallowed convulsively, struggling to swallow his salty tribute.
    She licked her lips and smiled as he pulled free. Breathing heavily, he lay down beside her and kissed her. His hand pressed over her belly and she almost screamed as the sensation of Christopher's pummelling intensified. Her breaths gasped from her as Jason abandoned her mouth and moved to her ear.
    "Do you know how hot you are? Letting both of us fuck you? I can feel your belly quivering beneath my hand. You're about to lose it, aren't you?"
    She whimpered, his words focusing her being on her pussy and Christopher's cock.
    "It's coming isn't it?” Jason continued. “You're going to squeeze him until he can barely move. Those tight little muscles I felt are going to suck him dry."
    She panted, her hand unconsciously going to her breast, squeezing the mount, and sliding up to pinch her nipple.
    Jason nipped her earlobe. “I can't wait to be inside you, too. I'll fuck you until you writhe for release but I won't stop ... not until you're screaming out your second ... or third orgasm. Then I'll fuck your ass, but I won't wear a condom. I'm gonna fill you with my cum."
    She screeched, his words shoving her over the edge as she lurched upward onto Christopher's cock, her pussy slamming into his groin. A wildfire of sensation raced through her as her whole body convulsed in rapid-fire explosions.
    "Yes, you like that. Squeeze him. End him. So I can have my turn."
    Her head shook from side to side as Christopher continued to piston in and out of her fisting cunt. She couldn't take more. How could Jason talk about more? A second orgasm followed on the heels of the first. Her body gushed around him, soaking his pelvis and her thighs.
    "Oh yeah, luv,” he groaned. “Feels so good.” His fingers tightened on her hips. He kept going.
    "Baby, he's almost there,” Jason rasped. “His teeth are gritted. The tendons in his neck are tight. Look at the muscles in his arms."
    She could barely see for the sexual haze over her. When she looked up, Christopher's dark eyes stared down at her, his chest heaving. Captured in his gaze, another release took her. Her fingers fisted in the pillows as she cried out. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over her.
    He groaned, deep from his chest, and slammed forward one last time. Drained he fell to the side. Jason immediately took his place.
    "No,” Dana gasped, her head rocking on the pillows. She couldn't take more.
    "Yes,” Jason hissed his wide cock sliding into her still convulsing passage. New pleasure shot through her as he slowly eased in and out of her.
    "Yes...” she sighed. Her body calmed slightly.
    "Baby, you feel so good.” He turned so she was over him. She gasped as he slid deeper. He grasped her ass urging her to move. Cautiously, she moved feeling exposed in this position. There was no hiding anything that bounced or jiggled or sagged. She was distantly aware of Christopher moving from the bed.
    "Harder,” Jason muttered. “God you're beautiful. Ride my cock. Fuck me.” She did, but he met her stroke for stroke, surging his hips upward and grasping her hips to pull her down on him. Her thighs burned, the sensation travelling up in to her ass then her pussy, heating her and driving her wild.
    The bed depressed behind her and she felt Christopher against her back. His hands worked over her body, caressing her, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples. One hand drifted down to rub her clit. She cried out wildly and reached her arms behind her to hug his body close. She closed her eyes, feeling the sensation of Christopher's pubic and thigh hair abrading her ass as she bounced up and down Jason's cock, ever mindful not to get too wild or she'd stab her thigh with the heels she still wore. Reaching down, she pulled them off, flinging them aside, then