The Barter System
“he whispered and his accent wrapped around her like a physical touch. Riya’s hand moved to the buttons of his shirt. When she had two undone, she slipped her palm inside to lie against Max’s hot flesh. Her hand was moving in Micah’s silky hair as he kissed her knees and up her inner thigh. “Riya, lean forward so we can get this beautiful dress off of you.” With the slightest hesitation, she arched her back off the seat while Micah came up between her legs, his chest against hers. He slid his hands along her sides and up her back. He took his time lowering the zipper, watching her face. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. Max had one hand on the back of her neck, working her muscles. Micah had the zipper all the way down and he slipped his hands inside the material at her back. His hands were splayed, covering as much of her skin as he could. He tugged her forward and took her mouth as Max slipped it further down her hips. When he had it low enough, Micah’s h...ands lifted her entire body a couple of inches off the seat and Max swept the dress out from under her. She was back on the seat, leaned against the leather as both men crouched at her knees. They gently tugged the dress down her body and dropped it on their jackets. They took their time taking in the picture she made. Black strapless bra, black thong, garters, stockings, and heels. Her hair and makeup still almost perfect. Riya thought they looked at her like a present they were taking their time unwrapping. She licked her lips nervously as they moved closer to her. Each had a hand on her knee, stroking it gently. As their heads dropped to her shoulders, she laid a hand on each head. It felt like a dream when they worked together to remove her bra and a hot mouth descended to each of her nipples. Her body arched hard and her fingers tightened in their hair, holding them to her. Hands were sliding up her inner thighs, tracing the line of her pelvis to her hip. They were using their tongues and teeth on her tits and she was ready to crawl right out of her body and into theirs. They were in no hurry, bent on pleasuring her. She slid her hands down their necks to their back and across to their shoulders under the fabric of the shirts they wore. She dropped forward to their chests beneath their loosened shirts and scraped her nails over their flat nipples causing both of them to suck harder than they intended on hers. Both of them were tracing her panty line…over the waistline, down one leg, up the other, over the garters over the tops of the stockings. She grabbed one tight male nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, twisting it gently. Max laid his forehead against her breast and whispered, “I don’t know how long I can wait and I believe she is telling us to hurry the hell up.”MoreLess
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