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yelled her approval, her plump ass slapping hard against her husband’s hips.

    Again and again he thrust, giving her more of what she craved. The woman in charge enjoyed it a little rough at times, goddamnit.
    Jackson sucked and nibbled her clit as if he were starving, feasting on her pussy with wide strokes of his tongue as if it were his last meal on Earth. Giving her what she wanted from him, doing as he was told, refraining from coming like a good little boy.
    “That’s it. Suck my clit. Eat my pussy. Taste it.” Miller’s growls and grunts grew with each passing second, coinciding with her pleas and groans of carnal desire. The slapping of bodies filled the small clearing, her husband’s grip tightened with the fierceness of his thrusts.
    Spurred on by their dual onslaught, Carrie found it hard to breathe. Her body tingled, the pressure between her weakening legs more than ready to erupt. She fisted the boy’s hair, fingers scratching against his scalp. “Fuck yes…there…yes, god, right there!”
    And then, the tension, the rubber band that was her building orgasm, a wonderful sensation that’d been threatening to snap for longer than Carrie’s tiring mind cared to remember, finally split in two, an indescribable wave of pleasure crashing down in its wake. Hot lava filled her veins, setting her nerves on fire as pure ecstasy surged through her stiffening frame. Stronger than she’d ever experienced before, her orgasm came, wave after beautiful wave, ebbing and flowing like a powerful tide.
    She froze, letting her husband take his pleasure while she reveled in her own.
    Miller screamed from behind, bucking even harder than before, his thrusts smacking her ass wildly as he found his climax. He continued to piston in and out of her swollen cunt, pushing and pulling, again and again, dragging out the feeling of flying through the wind that was her heavenly release.
    One, two, three more thrusts had his body convulsing, shaking with the power of his well-deserved orgasm, emptying his hot seed into her waiting pussy, capturing his pleasure just as she was taking hers.
    Finally, his tremors ceased and her breathing returned to normal. It was then that she realized Jackson’s mouth was most definitely not on her. At all. Oh, his face was between her legs, but his oral attention was on someone else entirely.
    Carrie pushed Jackson’s head away and patted his cheek. “Boy, that’s enough.
    Stop licking my husband’s balls.” She imbued her voice with the commanding tone she often used at work.
    He sighed, breath fanning out against the damp skin of her thigh, and then leaned back, still fisting his cock.
    “You were bad, weren’t you little one?”
    Miller slipped free from her sated pussy and she whimpered at the loss, a trail of seed dripping as he withdrew. She liked that. Liked the evidence of his want, need and satisfaction that he got from their fucking.
    Jackson’s gaze was on the ground between her feet, but she could still see the red blush tinting his cheeks.

    Miller stepped away and slumped into one of their folding chairs, legs spread out before him, satisfied smile radiating his handsome face, single brow arched. “How are you going to punish this boy, baby?”
    Her pussy clenched. Wanting to be filled. Again. Oh, how she wished she could use the boy for her own gain before she let him seek his pleasure. The young man she didn’t know anything about other than his name. No, toying with him trumped what her pussy wanted. She had to admit she was having fun.
    She thought for a moment. Jackson’s cock was still incredibly hard, the crown red and leaking with pre-cum.
    “Little one, look at me.” He raised his eyes, moving with an agonizing slowness that almost had her snapping at him. “The deal was I come, you come. You were supposed to lick me. Only, you didn’t just pleasure me, did you?” Jackson swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. He whispered, so soft she barely