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“You let us worry about that. Just look in the mirror as you fuck Cedric.”

“What’s this fascination with the mirror?”

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Darren started to ease her onto Cedric’s cock, the size of him making her gasp. “You find it arousing to see us making love to your body.”

Chantelle couldn’t deny it. She did find it arousing. It seemed to heighten everything. And she found herself looking back to the mirror. Cedric had positioned them so she was facing it, Darren behind her with his hands on her waist, urging her onto Cedric’s cock. Chantelle could see how much she was being stretched, could feel Cedric’s cock really filling her, and she felt lightheaded. She began to move of her own accord, taking more of his cock in. Cedric groaned, his hands beginning to move her more.

“Fuck, Chantelle!”

Darren kissed her neck, and then he sucked on his fingers. He caught Chantelle’s gaze and grinned.

“This will make it even better.”

Then his hand disappeared, and Chantelle gasped when she felt his fingers probing between her cheeks, feeling for her asshole. He wasn’t actually going to...

He pushed a finger into her ass, and Chantelle was sure she just went cross-eyed. It wasn’t as unpleasant as she thought it would be. It was actually...good.

Really good.

“Have you ever had someone fuck your ass before?” Darren whispered as he began to fuck her ass in time to her riding Cedric’s cock. “Have you ever had two guys at the same time?”

Chantelle moaned. The images were too much. She couldn’t do anything except shake her head. Darren groaned.

“You have no idea what you’re missing. You will not find better sex than being fucked in two holes. One in your pussy, one in your ass.” He added another finger. “Except maybe three cocks inside you.”

How was she able to focus when he was talking like this? She had never felt so full with a cock in her pussy and fingers in her ass, working in tandem to drive her insane. She couldn’t take it anymore, could she?

Oh, she could. And then some.

Someone stroked her face, and then Matt was there, kneeling beside her. He smiled and kissed her.

“Come for us again, Chantelle. I want to see you come apart again.”

“I...I don’t know...if I can.”

How was able to talk when she was out of breath? Matt slid off the bed and went to stand beside the mirror. His cock, now free of the condom, was starting to harden as she watched. He leaned against the mirror with a smile.

“Keep your eyes on me. Watch me watching you being fucked. I want to see when they make you come.”

Chantelle’s pussy clenched, which had Cedric growling and lifting his hips up off the bed.

“She likes that, Matt. She’s going to make me go off like a rocket if she keeps doing that.”

“Then we’ll make her do it again.” Darren managed to push a third finger into Chantelle’s ass, which had her gasping. “Show us how much you want this, gorgeous.”

Chantelle didn’t think she had any energy to take more, but the sight of three men watching her, plus what she could see in the mirror, was just what she needed to make her move again. She put her hands on Cedric’s chest and ground her clit against him, riding his cock so he slammed into her each time. The feel of his cock and of Darren finger-fucking her ass with Matt watching them twisted and built the pleasure again, starting between her legs and spreading out. This time, she was rocketing fast towards another orgasm.

Fuck, this felt incredible. But she needed to...

Her orgasm washed over her like a rolling wave, and Chantelle shuddered. She was aware of someone moaning very loudly, but she wasn’t sure if it was her. She could feel Cedric’s body tightening under her and Darren picking up the pace with his fingers, but it was all merging together. Her climax had melted it all into one small space.

Then it exploded, and the world tilted sideways. As she sagged onto the bed, and her pussy and ass were suddenly empty, she was aware of movement around her. Then Matt was there, lying beside her and curling her against his side. He cupped her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her lips.

He was saying something, but Chantelle couldn’t quite make out the words. Then he was kissing her, and Chantelle forgot to ask what he had said.