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Zwilling

... pull her up. He stood her straight, adjusting her shoulders and her chin. “There,” Ivan said. Holding her hand, he spun her around slowly to admire his handwork, “Confident, beautiful. Don’t you think, Sven?” “A remarkable woman,” Sven replied. “Heather, I think you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.” “Okay guys, I’m getting dizzy,” Heather said. Ivan held her steady, and Sven got up and offered her a glass of water. “Thank you,” she said, quite recovered. She felt them surrounding her. It might have been disconcerting if she wasn’t enjoying it quite so much. Sven smiled at her with his blue eyes and stroked her cheek. Ivan’s powerful forearm held her tightly around the waist. She felt his hand caress her neck, pushing her blonde hair out of the way and then he felt his tongue run gently up the nape of her neck. There could be no doubt to Sven’s intention now: The back of his hand caressed the side of her breast and then traveled over her rock hard nipple. She leaned back and her lips met Ivan’s. She opened her mouth to his tongue and it slipped gently in, wrapping around her little tongue and caressing it. Sven dropped all pretense. Both his palms were now upon her breasts and he ran his tongue lightly over her neck and collar bone. She broke off her kiss with Ivan and joined lips with Sven while Ivan caressed her ass through her skirt. She again felt Ivan’s tongue on the nape of her neck as he lifted her skirt and squeezed her ass through her tights. ...

... Sven pulled her sweater up. She felt his hands, large and masculine against her skin. He pulled it up further. She stopped kissing him and cracked a sultry smile as she raised her hands above her head so he could pull it off completely. She felt Ivan’s fingers on the zipper of her dress and felt it drop to the floor as she lifted Sven’s sweater over his head, releasing the sweet masculine scent of his body mixed with wool. Ivan turned her so he could kiss her. He smiled at her as he pulled off his sweater. His scent was stronger and he moved forward, his hard chest against her breasts, kissing her as the brothers worked together to free her from her tights. There was now nothing between her and these two Nordic gods but her black lace bra and her soaked panties. They stood barely inches away, looking at her. She could feel the warmth of their skin and their eyes on every inch of her. “You are magnificent,” Ivan whispered. “Truly,” his brother agreed. Heather smiled at them and slid off her panties. She felt them admiring her ass and her tightly trimmed bush and then, her blue eyes locked on theirs as she unfastened her bra. “Gorgeous...” Sven trailed off as he pulled toward her on to the couch and kissed her. She felt his hard chest against her tits as he kissed her and she felt Ivan’s ripped form against her back as he massaged her ass and thighs, brushing her wet pussy. She ran her hands over Sven’s powerful arms and his muscled abdomen. Finding the button of his jeans, she ...