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She then lowered her hands down to her jeans and ran her finger
between her legs. The warmth from her pussy saturated the thick
fabric. Rocking her hips to the beat, she unbuttoned her jeans and
slowly lowered the zipper.
Both men groaned and leaned forward.
The trumpets started in along with the sultry beat of the drum, and
Cyn really got into it. Swaying back and forth, she slowly pushed her
jeans down past her knees and kicked them off.
As her grand finale, she rubbed her breasts before bringing her
hands down and stroking the throbbing ache between her legs.
The music faded and snapped Cyn from her erotic display. She
smiled and sat back down at the coffee table as if nothing had
happened, as if she hadn't just given them a show that visibly left
them both with rock-hard cocks.
"There," she stated haughtily, satisfied that she now had their
undivided attention.
Mac's lips curled into a wicked grin. "That was some show."
Mac and Kevin exchanged looks and both broke into laughter.
"What?" Cyn wanted to know what was so damn funny. She'd just
gave them a little teaser dance, and they had the nerve to laugh at her?
Kevin spoke. "He never said you had to take off your clothes."
The heat from her embarrassment slammed into her and made her
entire body warm. She closed her eyes and muttered a curse before
grabbing her wine and taking a long gulp.
"Not that we minded," Mac added. They glanced at each other
again and gave a curt nod in agreement.
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Agreement?
Cyn swallowed hard. They actually agreed on something. Not
wanting to break the magic, she urged the game forward.
"Your turn, Kevin."
"Uh," he seemed to be struggling to speak. "Okay. Cyn, truth or
dare?"
She knew he'd pick her. "Dare."
"I dare you to finish your strip tease."
She shook her head. "No way. I'm down to a bra and panties. You
two are still fully clothed."
"You can't turn down a dare," Mac stated.
"You did," Cyn pointed out.
"Fine. You do this dare, and I won't turn down the next one."
Cyn smiled triumphantly and stood back up. Fever came next on
Kevin's playlist, and it was Cyn's favorite version, again by Michael
Bublé. Standing up and turning around so she had her back to them,
she unsnapped her bra and rocked her hips to the beat as the bra fell
down into her hand.
Her back still to them, she glanced over her shoulder and gave a
wink before tossing her bra at them. Turning back around to face
them, she carefully kept her breasts covered with her hands. Rocking
back and forth, gyrating her hips, she had them both on the edge
before she turned back around.
Lowering her hands, she hooked her thumbs in her panties and
slowly slid them down her thighs, past her knees, past her calves, and
finally pulled them off.
"Seriously fine ass," Mac rasped.
"You got that right," Kevin agreed.
Cyn slowed to a stop as she focused on what they just said. Did
they just agree on something else? That would be two things in less
than five minutes.
And then a brilliant, devious plan started to develop in her mind.
What if she were the common ground between the three of them?
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Turning back around, her hands at her sides, she allowed each of
the men to trace her body with his hungry gaze. She knew both men
intimately, as they did her. But she didn't know them both intimately
at the same time.
She'd never had a ménage à trois before but couldn't think of a
more perfect time to try one.
"Mac," she said, remembering his promise. "Truth or dare?"
He scraped his gaze across her breasts before resting it on her
face. "Dare."
"I dare you& Actually, this dare is for both of you."
Kevin sat up straight, and the men exchanged glances. Mac spoke
up, his voice thick with lust. "Go on."
"I dare you, each of you, to take one of my nipples into your
mouth and work it until I moan." As a tease, she reached up and
played with her nipples, pinching them and rolling them between her
finger and thumb.
"At the same time?" Kevin asked.
Mac was already out of his seat and on his way over to Cyn.
Kevin, not to be outdone, hurried up and made it over to her before
Mac.
Kevin's lips were first and settled in on her right nipple. He softly
ran his tongue along the edge and gently flicked it against her rigid
pebble.
"Move that cue ball of a melon you've got," Mac ordered and
pushed Kevin over.
When Mac lowered his head and took her left nipple in his mouth,
he took no prisoners. Suckling down, he nipped at her flesh, scraping
his teeth against her and flicking his tongue relentlessly.
She arched her back against the feeling of having two men
touching her, pleasing her at the same time.
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