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dropped to her ankles with a soft whoosh . Standing in all her
splendor, wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, Luella stepped out of her
jeans and toward the glorious man before her.
    “Nice,” Sebastian whispered, eyeing her appreciatively.
    Luella moaned when his hand disappeared into the soft silk
fabric of her panties. Cleo’s throat went dry, and although the hold of the men
beside her had slackened around her wrists, she was too engrossed in the scene
unfolding to even notice.
    “You’re so wet, so slippery, baby,” Sebastian said in a hot,
husky voice.
    Luella’s answer was a deep, loud moan and a thrust of her
hips against Sebastian’s probing hand.
    “Bas, please,” Luella begged, rubbing her breasts against
his chest and rocking her pelvis against the onslaught of his hand.
    “In a moment, sweetheart…but first things first.”
    He took Luella’s shoulders and turned her around to face
Cleo. He stood behind her, a whole head taller than she was, and Cleo was
helpless but to watch the slow movement of his lips as they grazed Luella’s
earlobe while his hands cupped her breasts from behind. His fingers were long
and tapered, his hands big and sleek, easily managing to cup the whole flesh of
Luella’s perfect silicone breasts.
    “Do you see this, Cleo?” he asked softly, his eyes boring
into hers. His thumbs ran circles around Luella’s areolas. “This is what I want
to do to you.”
    He buried his face in Luella’s neck and nuzzled it with his
lips while one of his hands traveled down past her navel, sinking into her
panties once again. Cleo could clearly see the movement of his finger beneath
the shimmering white fabric. It rose and stretched as the lean limb of his
finger slowly thrust inside her. Moaning, Luella threw her head back, her long
blonde-streaked hair falling over Sebastian’s shoulder.
    “See, Cleo? She likes it. So will you.”
    Cleo’s energy was now solely directed into fighting the
wild, consuming ardor burning inside her. She met Sebastian’s compelling black
eyes and remained silent as she watched him slowly pull away from Luella and
begin to undress. She could feel his gaze engulfing her, slowly shredding away
her decency, her morale, until everything she felt was nothing short of animal.
    “Take off your panties, sweetheart,” he uttered to Luella.
    In her hurry, Luella was faster than he was, flushed and
eager to be taken by him, while Sebastian took his time. When Cleo finally saw
him fully naked, his clothes discarded over the sand, she swore she hated him
more than ever before.
    He was perfection, as tempting as sin itself. His was a body
worthy of a centerfold, no airbrushing needed, no cropping or pasting. Just as
he was. Tall, lean and muscled. His skin was tight over his muscles and deeply
tanned, gleaming against the flickering lanterns like polished gold. Cleo all
but gaped at the curves of his biceps and arms, the hardness of his pectorals,
the lean, muscled valley of his stomach.
    And then his cock, standing tall and proud from a mat of
hair as dark as his eyes. It was a weapon, one used to claim and conquer, and
to have the honor of sheltering it, to sheathe and nurture it, had to be in its
very own way a small piece of heaven. Cleo remembered thinking of it, dreaming
of it, wanting it madly and to no reason.
    She hadn’t wanted to want him. Of the hundreds of men
she’d met in her life, Sebastian was the last man she’d ever wanted to fall
for. He was everything she’d been taught to avoid, everything she’d stayed away
from her whole life. There was nothing honorable about him.
    If only her body would listen.
    Suddenly Haley joined them. When Sebastian cupped Luella’s
hips from behind and slid his cock inside her, Haley knelt behind him, lowered
herself between his long, powerful legs and slowly began to suck on the big,
heavy balls dangling temptingly above her.
    “Whatever you do, Haley baby, don’t stop,” Sebastian said in
a low, raspy