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suck the cream straight from the source. When he had enough, his mouth hovered over my clit again, sucking it softly between his lips while his fingers slipped back inside me.
    I was so hot and so wet, and I exhaled a chorus of low moans under the onslaught of his hot mouth and expert fingers. At last he looked up at me, laughter in his eyes, and he kissed his way up my mound, up my stomach, lingering a moment to tease my bellybutton before continuing up to the firm roundness of my tits. His mouth on my hard, pink nipples sent more shocks through my already-throbbing pussy. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed his cock inside of me.
    “Jenna,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over mine. “Jenna.”
    “Oh, god, Dylan, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    The strong, spicy scent of his cologne washed over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine. I crushed my lips against his, grinding my hips against him in the burning agony of my desire.
    “Jenna!”
    My eyes snapped open. Dylan stood a couple of feet from the couch, looking down at me, eyes aflame. I thought at first that he was pissed, but it wasn’t anger I saw in his eyes. It was a look of yearning, of deep desire mixed with hopelessness. I caught it for just an instant and then it vanished so quickly, masked by his usual sternness, that I wondered if I had just imagined it. My eyes dropped to his mouth, where a bright slash of pink stood out against his dark lips. Pink that was the exact same shade as my lip gloss.
    Oh. Shit.

Excerpt from Kelli Wolfe’s Jenna Makes Three

    The brunette woman I didn’t know lay naked on the bed with her legs spread. Alicia crouched between her thighs, face buried in the wide-open snatch before her. As I watched, Colin hiked Alicia’s tight skirt up around her waist to expose the lush roundness of her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties. Colin’s fingers probed between her legs until a gasp from Alicia told me that he had hit the right spot. With soft little moans, she began gyrating her hips and humping back against his hand.
    “Fuck, yes,” she groaned. “Right there, baby.”
      For a second I saw the glistening slit of the other woman pointed right at the doorway, the dark pink of her tunnel open and inviting, and then Alicia bent back down to lap hungrily at the juices leaking from that steaming hole. The brunette’s moans joined Alicia’s in an erotic chorus that vibrated through me, meshing with my own hammering pulse. Moisture seeped into my panties, and I slid my hand into my pants until my fingertips dipped into the spreading wetness between my legs, toying at the entrance of my aching cunt. My clit was hard as a rock, and I rubbed it softly with fingers slick with my own cream while I watched entranced as Colin’s fingers stroked into his wife. My breaths came hard and fast, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning myself. I had never imagined that just watching other people this way could get me so fucking hot.
    The brunette wriggled and twisted as Alicia’s tongue flickered over her clit, clawing at the bedclothes until her hands found the headboard and locked onto it like a drowning woman might grab a life preserver. Alicia’s perfect ass swayed as she fought to keep her face in the woman’s snatch. Colin finally got tired of chasing her with his fingers, and he pulled his hand away from her cunt, drawing a mewling whine from Alicia.
    “No,” she pleaded. “Please don’t stop.”
    Colin stood up and stripped off his clothes. His cock jutted straight out, so stiff and erect that it might have been chiseled from marble. The swollen, purple head bounced a little as he climbed back onto the bed and sank to his knees behind his wife. Colin’s hands massaged the soft, round globes of her ass, and his thumbs slid tantalizingly through the crevice between them to lightly tickle her pink little asshole. Alicia’s body shuddered at every touch on her innermost private place, her