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his cock. Pulling up, his skin distorting with the suction, Brooke
lifted her mouth from Peter. She turned to Eva. Her eyes opened
slowly through the languor of her delight she felt servicing
Peter’s desire. Eva could see Brooke’s face and lips were red, wet,
full with faint smears of lipstick on her chin and cheek.
    “Come here,” Brooke said, standing up. “Make yourself
naked and come here.”
    Eva pulled the straps of her dress from her
shoulders, and grabbed the fabric at her hips, pulling down with
everything she had. The dress, still zipped, came down slowly,
distorting around her body as she desperately pulled. Eva felt
something give at the back, no doubt the zipper tearing open. She
could not care in her impatience to get free. She tugged at the
fabric, tearing it off her body, feeling her breasts slip out as
the tight dress finally came loose.
    Eva felt the relief in a fog. While she freed
herself, Brooke put a knee on the cushion beside Peter and threw a
leg over his lap. Dancing from one leg to another, Eva worked the
dress down her thighs, hooking her thumbs into her panties so every
thread separating her body from her lovers fell to the floor. With
every shake of her hip, she kept her eyes on Brooke and Peter.
    “This is what we do when we’re alone,” Brooke said.
“This is what we do when we’re waiting for a woman to share.”
    Her hand disappeared into the dim shadows between her
pelvis and Peter’s shaft. Brooke looked at Eva as she shifted Peter
under her. Eva could not see Peter slip into Brooke but she knew
the moment it happened. An imperceptible tension on Brooke’s face
relaxed, her pupils widened. She could see the focus leave Brooke’s
gaze as her body slowly descended onto Peter’s cock. As she sank,
he plunged, inch by inch, up through her wet lips.
    She let out a beautiful, thankful, wordless sound.
Brooke’s eyes closed as she channeled every attention towards the
sensations consuming her. Extending a hand to Eva, she beckoned
with a few quick, beautiful curling motions of her thin, delicate
fingers.
    As though a leash had been dropped, Eva slid down the
sofa, standing on her knees beside her two lovers. Her thighs
straddled one of Brooke’s legs as Brooke began to rock her hips
back and forth on Peter’s filling cock. The sounds of eager and
pleasured breath came from Peter and Brooke. The feeling of
Brooke’s legs open and straddling Peter while Eva’s legs were open
and straddling one of Brooke’s fleshy thighs was exquisite. They
all moved as one, each working to bring pleasure to the others.
    Finally, Brooke’s eyes opened and her beckoning hand
slid around Eva’s neck and pulled her in. She kissed Eva with a
reckless thirst, her impulse blurred somewhere between hunger and
relief. Eva put one hand around the small of Brooke’s lower back
and could feel the motion of her hips as they fed on Peter.
    With Brooke’s searching kisses, the motion of her
body on Peter radiating out through the cushions, Eva steadied
herself by putting her other hand on Peter’s back and shoulder.
    As she and Brooke continued to kiss, Eva ground her
wet lips to the flexing muscles of Brooke’s thigh. She could feel
Brooke’s control crack. The hunger in Brooke’s kisses, in her
fingers clutching the back of Eva’s neck, in her submitting grunts
and moans, it was like she was pouring her lust over Eva’s body,
over Peter’s lap, her desires wetting and licking every inch of
skin she could touch. She was done teasing, readying to pull Eva
over the edge of satisfaction to join her with Peter.
    While her dripping lips pressed harder to Brooke’s
rippling thigh, Eva let out a begging groan. Far from satisfying
the buzzing need rising in her clit, the contact with Brooke’s
smooth skin satisfied her need for friction only enough to reveal
Eva needed more to get satisfaction.
    The three of them shifted there for long moments,
lost in a rapture of satisfying lust. As Eva pecked her