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Chapter 8 by Randodiscard Randodiscard

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[Rachel] Three naked bodies

They were hard, and she loved it. She didn’t need to look to know, but look she did. “Oh my gosh, look at you two,” she laughed. Her hands trailed down their chests, lingering around the waistbands of their shorts.

“Can you blame me?” said Jason.

“No,” she said.

“Sorry,” said Mark.

“I don’t mind,” she said again. She pressed her hand up against his erection to punctuate the point. “Does the touching allowed rule apply to me, too?” A smirk tugged at her lips as she felt his heat and firmness through the fabric.

Jason was already pulling down his shorts. “You know it does,” he said. Then he was naked in front of her, and as big as she had always imagined. Months going back and forth with Ben, who was NOT her boyfriend, she reminded herself, had meant that she had neglected… other interests.

She reached down and took hold of both of them. Mark gasped at her touch. 'Just look right at me, baby,' she said in a soft voice, pressing her chest against his face. He groaned into her tits as she started to stroke him. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart through her chest, adding to the overwhelming sensation of her touch. Rachel adjusted her stance slightly, her movements synchronized with the rhythm of their breaths. She kept a steady gaze on Jason, whose eyes were locked onto her with a mixture of desire and admiration. Her fingers moved skillfully, her touch alternating between gentle and firm, teasing and exploring.

Jason’s hands roamed over her body, coming to wrap his fingers around her neck. His grip was demanding. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Rachel’s breath hitched slightly. She responded with a soft, throaty laugh, her voice mingling with the music that still played in the background. “I’m glad you think so,” she murmured, her eyes drifting between Jason and the top of Mark’s head, savoring the sight of them lost in her own world.

As her fingers continued their exploration, she adjusted her position to ensure that both men were receiving equal attention. Her hands bounced up and down, and she felt them getting harder and harder with every stroke. “I’ve never had two guys before,” she said.

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