The breeding room feels charged with electricity-a place transformed by new freedom and old longing. Max and Ant move with purpose, their eyes dark with intent, their hands hungry and reverent as they undress me, as if rediscovering every inch of skin.
Max’s voice is a low growl in my ear. “I’ve thought about
this every night. About you, about us. I missed the way you melt for us.”
Ant’s hands slide up my thighs, his lips brushing my neck.
“We’re going to make up for every second we lost. All night, if you’ll let us.”
They take their time, worshipping me with mouths and hands,
each touch a promise, each kiss a confession. Max’s lips trace fire down my
body, Ant’s fingers leave trails of heat. They tease and coax, building the
tension until I’m breathless and aching, lost in the pleasure of being adored
by them both.
“Look at you,” Max murmurs, his gaze locked on mine as Ant’s
hands explore. “You’re everything we want.”
Ant grins, wicked and tender. “And tonight, we’re not
stopping until you can’t take any more.”
Their passion is relentless, their desire insatiable. Again
and again, they bring me to the edge and over, their hands and mouths never let
me forget how much I’m loved, how much I’m wanted. The room fills with the
sounds of our pleasure-gasps, laughter, whispered encouragements, screams and
the steady rhythm of bodies moving in harmony.
Between peaks, they hold me close, murmuring words of
devotion and delight. “You’re perfect,” Max whispers, brushing damp hair from
my face. “We could spend forever right here.”
Ant kisses my shoulder, his voice rough with emotion. “We
missed you. Missed us.”
By the end of the night, we’re tangled together, spent and
sated, the world outside forgotten. In their arms, I feel cherished, claimed,
and completely free.
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