The air in the room was thick, heavy with the scent of musk, anticipation, and the sweet, electric tang of my own arousal. I’d explored every inch of my body, but tonight was my birthday, and I demanded more. I refused to leave a single inch of me unexplored, a single hole untouched. Brian’s spent cock glistened, slick with the cream of his release across my heaving breasts and stomach. Maurice, still on his knees, was lost in the worship of my center, his tongue a rhythmic, agonizingly slow tease. I moved my hips, pulling away from Maurice’s mouth. “That’s enough, Maurice,” I murmured, my voice a jagged edge of command as I combed my fingers through his hair. He pulled back, his lips stained and dripping with me. My slit throbbed, aching for the friction of something thick and hard. I turned to Tega, my husband, watching him from across the table. He reached for his glasses, and a laugh bubbled up in my throat, a sharp, breathless sound. “How are you even going to see through
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