Page 32 of Big Daddy Bull Riders

She shifted on her feet and let her head fall back, her eyes closing as the sensation of being bathed swept over her.

“You got her clean yet?” Slater asked.

“Clean enough to eat,” Jackson replied.

“Mmm. You read my mind,” Slater said with a chuckle.

“I did the work. I get to taste her first,” Jackson told him.

Wetness seeped from between Mina’s legs. Her chest rose and fell in shallow breaths. Her hands began to tremble with excited anticipation.

But an idea struck her.

Perhaps this was a good time to see just how close the two men really were. Or to encourage them to get even closer. Something told her that perhaps they’d never really explored just what lay between them.

Why not now?

She opened her eyes and said, “But first…”

The men both laughed.

“She’s cooking something up,” Jackson said.

She felt him stand behind her and a moment later, he stepped around where she could see him along with Slater.

Mina eyed them devilishly. “You cleaned me. Now clean him.” She pointed to Slater.

“Well, would you listen to that,” Jackson said. “The Little is giving her Daddies orders.”

“The nerve,” Slater said with a knowing grin.

“But you know,” Jackson went on, “I do like spoiling her.”

“Me, too,” Slater agreed.

“And we always said if we had a little cutie of our own we’d do whatever she wanted.”

“Her wish would be our command,” Slater added with a nod.

“With that in mind,” Jackson said, grabbing the hose and sponge, “I reckon I ought to clean you up, brother.”

Wetness flowed from Mina, and she imagined it wasn’t too far off from how much water was pouring out of that hose. At least in her imagination. While that might be an exaggeration, she could feel her inner thighs growing slick with arousal.

“You just hold still and let me take care of you,” Jackson said, falling to his knees in the grass before Slater. “I’ll have you good and clean in no time.”

He brought the hose to Slater’s member and doused it with water.

The other man closed his eyes and moaned.

Mina sighed heavily as she continued to stare unblinkingly at the scene before her.

Jackson dipped the sponge into the soapy water of the bucket and then delicately and lovingly applied it to his friend’s pulsating member. When he lifted it, exposing Slater’s full, ripe testicles while he cleaned the underside, Mina nearly lost it.

She couldn’t hold out any longer. Her hand dipped to her womanhood, and she traced her slit before stopping at her clit and applying pressure.

Slater moaned. Mina could tell his stomach muscles were clenched tightly, as if he was trying to stave off a climax.

Jackson finished cleaning him and released his hold, allowing the long, veiny spear to hang low once more. It was swelling, though, and Mina nearly ran to him and attached her mouth to it.

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