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tried instinctively to clamp her thighs together.
    Kruin landed his next blow with more force, as if in punishment for her trying to deny him access. Lydia’s dress gaped forward, her bare breasts dangling like ripe, little fruits, topped with nipples so hard that Preston experienced a raging desire to close his lips around them and suck. He rubbed the hard bulge in his trousers fitfully, feeling fluid dripping from the tip in a desperate bid for total release.
    He shot Gabriel a covert look. The younger man was watching the scene before him with a look of flushed arousal, his own impressive manhood pressing lewdly against his trousers.
    Preston’s gaze slipped down to the bulge almost of its own volition, and he was shocked by the sudden rush of curiosity that snared him. He’d seen Gabriel’s flaccid penis before and had been impressed in a masculine way with the size of it, but he had never thought he would feel the desire to witness the release of the large stalk from the confines of material, to watch it burst forth in a glorious erection pulsing with blood and desire.
    Intensely uncomfortable with the thought, Preston returned his attention to the scene before him, his hand clutching hard at his smaller but no less painful member. He gritted his teeth at the sight of Lydia’s flaming bottom, her face wet with tears as whimpers and pleas emerged from her throat in an unbroken stream.
    Her legs flailed and kicked behind her, as if desperately seeking an object on which to brace themselves. Finally, Kruin’s hand came to a halt. The planes of his face were set in a grim expression, his dark eyes hot as his hand slipped once again into the valley between his prisoner’s legs.
    “Oh…” A moan escaped Lydia’s parted lips as her body went limp with relief, her writhing movements of pain shifting subtly into luscious wriggles as Kruin’s fingers found the plump lips of her labia and began to manipulate them with an unmatched expertise.
    His hand lifted from the folds of her sex with a swiftness that caused Lydia to catch her breath in surprise, trying to turn and see what was the matter. Kruin’s big hands clamped around her waist as he lifted her to her feet, dispensing with her dress at the same time and exhibiting fully her aroused nudity.
    She stumbled off balance when she was righted again. Kruin’s hands kept her from falling, his arm brushing against the swollen, tender flesh of her bottom. Lydia gave a little yelp of pain, her hands going automatically to cover the burning mounds.
    “Kneel,” Kruin ordered, clamping onto her wrist and forcing her to the floor.
    She did, her eyes flying to Gabriel with alarm. Preston suppressed a rush of irritation, for unbeknownst to Lydia, whomever she looked at first after her punishment would be treated to the pleasures of her mouth.
    Gabriel gave her a gentle smile, beckoning her forth with a crook of his long finger. With a moan, she grasped her bottom cheeks as if to soothe the burning pain before shuffling across the floor to him.
    She appeared to know exactly what he wanted, maneuvering between his thighs with untoward willingness. Her tapered fingers worked his trousers before revealing the pulsing root of his phallus.
    Lydia sighed almost in rapture and bent her head to seal her lips around the thick knob. Gabriel rested his head against the back of the chair, his hands delving into Lydia’s hair as she intensified her erotic ministrations.
    So engrossed in her task was Lydia that she appeared oblivious of Preston’s inability to hold back any longer.
    The sight of Lydia—her trembling, naked body kneeling in a position of subservience, her flaming buttocks cleaved by the dark valley spread wide as she crouched between Gabriel’s muscular thighs and began to lave his large prick with her lips and tongue, the curve of her back as she leaned forward to better administer her sensual ministrations, the succulent pout of her labia glistening with her