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with a practiced expertise that left her breathless and panting. Again Murphy thought of those fingers on his own skin. Murphy, not as skilled, wondered if he was even doing it right. How could the feel of her skin be so different and yet feel oddly right to him? As he worried over his inexperience, she tugged at his hair to pull him closer and gasped his name.
    When he took one of her nipples in his teeth and gently tugged, she cried out that she was going to shatter.
    “Yes,” her voice was little more than a whisper.
    Even not knowing women, he recognized the brink of orgasm. He straightened and Andy met his gaze with a grin.
    Andy tugged her to a sitting position, and she nearly begged him not to stop. He looked at her with a smiling expression, and asked, “I stop at a bad moment?”
    She choked on a laugh. Leaning in, she met his soft lips and arched her back. Almost moaning, she crawled toward him, going up on hands and knees on the table.
    Murphy, presented with her ass and folds, pulled up to kneel behind her on the massage table. Rubbing the head of his cock against her wet heat, he enjoyed the feel of her against his throbbing member. Different, but definitely not a bad different. Long strokes, from clit to anus, he rubbed, until she shoved her ass back at him, silently demanding more.
    Andy supported her weight as he kissed her and toyed with her generous breasts. Her hands, now left free, moved to circle the hard cock that bobbed against Andy’s stomach. Andy sucked in a breath when she caught him, but he was slick with oil so her fingers slid off in one quick yank. Murphy’s lips curled in an amused grin as he watched Andy, needing more, replace her hand and ride it. Murphy watched her exploring fingers move from Andy’s tight ball sack to rub sinuously against his dick.
    Murphy, sensing he did not have her full attention, slid inside her. An interesting sensation but he didn’t have time to over analyze it. She rammed backwards, burying him to his hilt. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold out as the pleasure made him want to explode from her writhing on his body. Over her shoulder, he met Andy’s gaze, and he slid a hand up to link fingers with him.
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    Brie looked down at the sleek cock in her hand and she wanted to taste it. She wanted that rock hardness in her mouth. Without losing contact with Murphy, who had found a slow even rhythm, she bent and circled the head of Andy’s cock with her lips. Slithering down in one move and timed to a thrust from behind, she enjoyed the gasp Andy seemed unable to control. His fingers entangled her hair, guiding her head. She ran her tongue along his slit then went back to her repetitive sucking. Bowed between the two of them, mouth to Andy’s hardness, Murphy riding her from behind, she had a hard time focusing. Her body ached for release…close…so close.
    “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” Andy said, his voice husky.
    Rolling her eyes up at him, Brie smiled, releasing his dick to speak. “Who asked you to?”
    With a grunt and a demanding move, he pulled her head back into position, and she agreeably went back to her work. Releasing Murphy’s hand, Andy drove his fingers between her legs and began to work her clit as Murphy continued to thrust between her legs.
    Brie’s rhythm faltered. She bucked in earnest, crying out against his cock. Her body shook as she tried to contain the tidal wave within her.
    And then, as if they had timed it, the men thrust harder. Andy’s fingers moved fast and hard against her clit, tugging it out of its protection to rub the sensitive spot perfectly. As heat and moisture erupted behind her from Murphy’s release, her body shattered into a million fragments. In the same moment, Andy shot jets of spicy heat down her throat. Brie swallowed, her body trembling, overtaken by her release.
    Murphy rode off the last of the orgasm, his dick twitching inside Brie as her channel clenched him with her