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thrive on the teasing and moved his hand farther away from her pussy to stroke the insides of her thighs. He pressed soft kisses down her stomach, following the path his hand had taken until he was kneeling before her. He slowly parted her knees and whistled with appreciation as he trained his gaze on her glistening pussy lips.
    “I can’t wait to get my tongue on your clit,” Ian said, his gaze locked with hers.
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    Desi’s slick passage contracted as he spoke and her body ached for satisfaction, for his intimate touch. He situated himself between her thighs, and his hot breath fanned the delicate exposed skin. He placed feathery kisses along the sensitive insides of her thighs, delaying the inevitable and ratcheting up her anticipation for that first contact.
    “Your pussy smells so good,” he murmured as he inhaled the musky scent of her sex.
    “Ian,” she groaned, embarrassed but highly aroused by his frank statement. Desi watched in fascination as he tenderly parted the folds and revealed the shiny pink flesh.
    Her body tensed as she awaited that first touch of his tongue, but instead, he leisurely ran a finger up and down her slippery slit. Throwing her head back, she fought to breathe as he circled her clit and dragged his finger down to the small opening, playing at the entrance but never penetrating.
    “Ian!” she desperately implored.
    His icy blue eyes met hers over the gentle curve of her tummy, and he chuckled at the needy expression coloring her face.
    “Say it,” he instructed. “Tell me what you want.”
    “Please, Ian,” Desi begged, her cheeks flaming at the thought of asking.
    Smiling devilishly, he shook his head. “I know what you want, Desi, but I won’t give it to you until you ask.”
    To prove his point, he started to back away from her. Slightly panicked by the thought of his ceasing, she gathered her courage. “Suck my pussy, Ian!”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Ian replied, leering triumphantly. By the slowest of degrees, he extended his tongue and swiped the broad plank against the firm nub hidden beneath its pink hood. She bucked and groaned with pent-up need, encouraging his attention.
    He swirled his tongue around her clit before sucking it between his lips and wagging his head from side to side. Writhing and fisting the sheets, Desi thought she might pass out. Her stomach knotted, her calves tightened and her toes dug into the mattress as Ian 9
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    continued his expert ministrations. The wet sounds of Ian slurping her pussy echoed in the room and she closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue against her clit.
    As she lost herself in the perfection of the moment, her mind wandered. Perfect as this was, she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if this were truly a harem, if there were a handful of men just as dedicated to her pleasure as Ian seemed to be. What would it feel like to have multiple hands and mouths on her body?
    While she shuddered violently at the thought of such an encounter, she became vaguely aware of a strengthening scent in the air. Cloves, she realized. Desi thought she heard a sound from somewhere off to her right, but as she lifted her head in curiosity, Ian renewed his suckling in earnest. She quickly lost interest in the sound and returned her attention to the pleasure at hand. He slipped a finger into her pussy and she instinctively squeezed it. He made a guttural sound of approval and began moving the finger in and out while he lapped at her throbbing clit. Eyes clamped shut, she panted as an orgasm built. She was close, so very, very close…
    The tingling sensation of fingernails lightly scraping her arms caused her eyes to shoot open, and she stiffened at the sight of two strange men surrounding her. They were athletic Chippendale types in black leather collars who shamelessly displayed their nakedness. The one with wavy brown hair had a distinctive Mediterranean look about him while the redheaded