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“Mouths and hands,” I said. “That’s where it stops tonight.”
Ross nodded at once and left his jeans buttoned. Fiona let out a frustrated little moan, then grabbed my head and kissed me hard.
“Fine,” she breathed. “Then use them both.”
So we did. Ross went back down on her, his tongue working her clit, while I knelt beside her and sucked her nipples, kissed her mouth, slid two fingers inside her alongside his tongue. She was soaking, dripping onto the sofa. She grabbed my hair with one hand and his with the other and held us both there.
She came hard. Then again, minutes later, when Ross and I swapped and I ate her while he kissed her.
Then she sat up, flushed and sweaty, and pushed us both down on the sofa side by side.
“My turn.”
She knelt between us, a cock in each hand, and stroked us together. Then she took turns with her mouth, me, then him, then me again. Watching her lips slide down Ross’s cock while her hand pumped mine was too much. I came first, over her fingers. Ross followed seconds later, in her mouth.
We sat there afterwards, the three of us, panting and a bit embarrassed.
“So nobody actually had sex,” Ross said.
“Nope,” said Fiona.
“Weirdly, that was still the best night of my year.”
It was hot. Really hot. But I knew Fiona’s fantasy had been more than this. And I’d held it back.
Ending 9 of 16: Shared Tongues. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.