Page 13 of Double Mountain Men

I don’t hesitate. In a flash, my sweatshirt’s off, revealing a lacy pink bra. Then, I struggle with the waistband of my jeans, but the denim is too tight that I wiggle around uselessly, looking idiotic, I’m sure. I swear, I hate skinny jeans so much!

But the two men merely chuckle, and help me out of the stiff material, their eyes widening as my jeans are pulled off to reveal a tiny pink g-string. Not only that, but my thighs are wide and hefty, and my legs long and muscled. I don’t work out a lot, but I walk everywhere, and there’s plenty of tone and definition.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart,” Chris rasps, his blue eyes eating up my curves. “More than we deserve.”

“Creamy and totally fuckable,” Brett adds as his blue eyes sear my creamy flesh. “Holy fuck.”

My nipples go tight, and my breasts feel heavy at their compliments.

“Thank you,” I murmur shyly, a flush covering my cheeks. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

“Of course we do because you’re built just like a woman,” Brett croons, his eyes still devouring every inch of my creamy flesh. “But take off your bra, sweetheart, because we want to see everything.”

Slowly, I obey. My hands reach in back of myself to unsnap the clasp, and my huge Double Ds tumble out of confinement, ripe and heavy.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Brett rasps. Then, without any warning, he leans forward and laps at a nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

“Mmm!” I cry out, my head tilting back as hot jolts of pleasure go straight from my tip to my cunt. “Oooooh!”

Chris isn’t far behind. He latches on immediately to my other breast, and then I have two powerful mountain men nursing from me.

“Oooh!” I wail again as pure pleasure sizzles in my teats as another flame ignites in my pussy. “Mmmm!”

“Yes, you taste so good,” Chris moans against my skin before slipping a big hand up to my panties. He slides his fingers right into the gusset, and grunts with approval.

“She’s soaked,” he rasps. “Totally drenched and ready.”

“Good,” Brett mutters in return. “Because this isn’t going to last long, sweetheart. Your daddies need you. We need the deep, satisfying fucks that accompany a beautiful, slutty body like yours. Tell us you want it.”

By now, I’m mewling and crying in their arms, their mouths and fingers touching me everywhere.

“Yes, I want it!” I cry out. “Give it to me, Daddies! I’m ready to be your little fucktoy to use however you want. Trash my pussy! Use my curves, please!”

Both men growl with approval, their movements becoming more frantic. I’m touched everywhere at once. Their fingers tweak my nipples, while reaching down to stroke through the wet folds of my slippery cunt. In one swift motion, my panties are torn off and I’m totally nude before them as the men stare at my soaked sweetness, the flesh swollen and gleaming.

“So gorgeous,” Chris moans before bending down to press a kiss to my sensitive wetness. “Shit, your clit is hard too.” Then, he parts his lips and suckles the throbbing nub as I shriek and writhe beneath him.

“Yes,” I cry deliriously, my fingers twisting at my nipples. “Yes yes yes!”

Meanwhile, Brett helps me lean back and lift my knees as Chris continues to suckle my clit. “Higher,” he coaxes in a deep voice. “Yes, show us your asshole, honey. Show us that pink pucker that’s begging to be fucked.”

I startle for a moment because are we really going to do this? I mean, I know I’m with two men so it’s a possibility, but I wasn’t sure. It’s not like we set out rules, and now I’m a little shaken. I pause for a moment, looking at them with wide eyes.

“Are we doingthat?” I ask breathlessly.

Chris lifts his head for a moment, his cheeks and jaw gleaming with my female juices. They know instinctively what I’m talking about.

“You taste so good, baby girl,” he growls. “But yes, there are two of us so we’re definitely doingthat.”

I let out a little cry, blue eyes wide.

“But I’ve never done it before,” I confess breathlessly. “I’m not sure I can!”

“Of course you can,” Brett rumbles before leaning down to catch my lips with his own in a passionate kiss. “I promise, sweetheart, we’ll make it good for you. You’re so responsive, anyways. You have the kind of hungry holes that only Daddy’s filthy fucks can satisfy. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

By now, Chris has ducked his head to begin lapping at my pussy again, but this time, he slips even lower so that his tongue skims to the sensitive pucker of my asshole.

“Oh unnnnh!” I cry out, bucking up a bit on the mattress. “Oh Daddy, that feels so good, but it feels wrong too!”

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