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I trembled vigorously, my pussy quaking as though a sticky explosion rocked our house and my world. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, gripping something jammed between them - my hand. Then, suddenly, my ass lifted off the bed and every inch of my body warmed and tingled.
I craned my neck and kissed Victor deeply, our tongues entwining like two corkscrews merging. Amy kneeled below my wide open legs, eagerly licking my pussy like a kitten with its face in a bowl of cream. I glanced everywhere around the piazza and saw people watching, smiling and waving as my pussy leaked over my fiancee’s face.
How did I get from my bed to the Piazza?
My breathing was laboured, and I heard vague moans and groans - mine. When I reached a few fingers down into my panties, a warm stickiness greeted their tips. I stared into the darkness, looking for the culprit, the lover who snuck a tongue between my legs, but Victor and Amy slept soundly - one snored like a lion while the other purred like his mate - his other mate.