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Perfect Specimens

... she flipped the tail of his belt from the buckle. She pinched his zipper and lowered it with a creak. “You... are a perfect specimen,” Kendall murmured. She shoved his fly open, glanced at the clock, and then saw Jenna. Her eyebrows twitched. Jenna’s breath caught in her throat. Her fingers tightened around the door like a noose. Body ague. The other woman smiled. Her almond shaped eyes pinched at the corners as her dark pupils slid back to Daniel. She sank to her knees. Kendall slid her coiled fingers up and down his thickening shaft as fluidly as if it were an extension of her. “Five minutes,” she said to him. “I...” In a whisper of breath, Kendall’s buxom lips puckered around his paler thickness. Slid down his length like sheer elegance. A moan ripped from Daniel’s throat. “Fuck!” he whispered. The crux of Jenna’s thighs baked, heat sweeping the curves of her body. Her mouth watered and she longed to cup the other woman’s face in her hands. To feel the contours of her delicate cheekbones, the sunken sides of her cheeks. Let her boyfriend’s dick slide between her own fingers before it disappeared into that gape of exotic beauty. She watched his flared rim peek outside the woman’s puckered lips, only for them to plunge again down his fully charged cock. Each descent was a foul delight, the cords in Daniel’s neck standing as his eyes rolled. Jenna’s heart departed with her breath, as if it lay suspended before her, cresting and bowing with Kendall’s graceful ferocity. Hot ...

... nectar wept from her pussy, but the rest of her felt like a ghost. A gasp twisted through Kendall’s teeth. She smacked her lips. Lifted them into an open smile, a breathy giggle escaping. Her chin tilted toward Daniel’s face. His abs rippled as his head rose to see her eyes. Delicate wrist flexed, she stroked the length of his flesh. Shook her head. “I don’t want to be your wife. I don’t want to be your lover. All I want ... is your spunk .” “Oh... fuck,” Daniel muttered. Jenna felt her nipples tighten, the moment growing heavier as those lips devoured her boyfriend’s dick again. The other woman’s hand dipped under his rigid rod, through his yawning fly, and disappeared. Daniel’s throat clipped his moan. Mouth freezing open, his muscles flexed as his torso hitched higher and higher. His hand flew into her swarm of curls, pressing her closer until her lips followed her hand, vanishing down his shaft into the gape of his pants. Staccatos of strain crackled through his larynx. Jenna released the door handle. She stepped back, blinking hysterically, but she couldn’t rip her eyes away from them. Her hand rested over her stomach as she watched her boyfriend’s eyes pinch shut. Just like they had this morning when he spewed his hot sperm into her own mouth. He’d only opened them to stroke her cheek and watch her swallow. Chest heaving, Daniel lay back on the desk. Unearthed his fingers from Kendall’s bronze ringlets. Cheeks concave, her lips reappeared as they slid from his shining ...