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Rihanna at my studio #2
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LOVE letting it run back out of my mouth like this and down over my tits and leg!
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Remastered 2
The outfit you voted on turned out to be a great choice. I felt sexy and vulnerable at the same time. We were still in the living room and I was on the couch between them, my tongue alternating between their mouths, their hands wandering.
I slid onto my knees on the floor in front of the couch, looking up at both of them, eyes wide and dimples showing since I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face. I was definitely feeling brave now that their hands were on me. I started undoing both of their belts at the same time, one in each hand. I felt powerful.
While I was going down on one of them the other would hold my hair back so they could both see my face. I love it when they work together.
“Baby, could you pour us a shot?” my husband asked. I took the cock out of my mouth and sure enough on the coffee table behind me sat the bottle of Jack Daniels and the two shot glasses from their toast earlier. They both snickered a little at the audacity of the request, but I liked it.
I happily poured and passed them each a shot of amber whiskey and smiled while they clinked glasses and said cheers with matching mischievous grins.
There is one moment.
He had me pinned and he growled in my ear:
“That’s my little princess slut.”
I can’t stop playing that moment, where I felt small and dirty and beautiful and happy and amazing, over and over in my head.