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Angel lapped at her. The young man's breathing picked up speed, his tongue strokes erratic. Fiona tugged against her restraints. She longed to touch the him, feel the smoothness of his skin, taste her juices on his lips. As she neared coming, she uttered his name. Angel worked his mouth with greater ardor, but Marcelo grasped the man's hair and pulled his head back.
    “Not yet,” he admonished, withdrawing his cock, and pushed his servant onto the bed to kneel before her.
    Marcelo untied her arms to reposition her on her side and secured the bindings once again to the post. He studied his two lovers as if to calculate the best position for maximum enjoyment. Decision made, Marcelo unlatched the bar between her legs, cast it aside and climbed onto the bed behind her. Supporting her top leg, he wrapped it around his waist, his cock nestled against her ass.
    Silent permission given to Angel, the young man moved forward, straddled her leg that rested against the bed, rubbing his shaft between her thighs. Excitement drew his tongue across his lips, but he held back. The heat of his cock on the cusp of entering her drew more heat into her already engorged cunt. And still, Angel waited.
    A nod from his master and Angel pushed himself into Fiona. An involuntary shudder darted through her. Marcelo watched his lovers, eyes seeming to feast on Angel's every thrust and Fiona's gasps. Marcelo's fingers toyed with the juices that wet her pussy, pushing two fingers into her ass. Her yelp served only to spur on both men. Angel arched his back, driving his full length into her.
    “You can take it, preciosa ?” Marcelo asked.
    She nodded, lips tingling, unable to form meaningful words. Beads of sweat broke out along her forehead and neck at the pain—and pleasure—of being stretched beyond capacity. And there was more to come.
    Once her body relaxed against Marcelo's fingers, he slid them out and slipped the head of his cock into her ass. Again, she let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan. Her teeth ground together and she struggled to control her panting breath. Angel smiled down at her and ran his hands over the curves of her breasts and hips. Inch by inch, Marcelo pushed forward until his pelvis sat flush against her ass. He grabbed Angel by the neck and drew him into a savage kiss. A fresh surge of arousal pulsated through Fiona's body. At the sight of Marcelo in command of the situation, complete control as usual, her inner walls contracted, gripping the two cocks that filled her.
    Marcelo broke away from the young man with a laugh. “ Angelito , I think our beautiful vessel has waited as long as she can bear.”
    “May I?” The young man's voice wavered.
    “As long as she takes her pleasure first.”
    They moved together, stroking deep inside her. Angel picked up speed, but immediately slowed, straining to control himself. His torso brushed against her clit with every upward thrust. His eyes pleaded with her; he needed to come as badly as she did.
    She longed to please Angel, for him to fill her with his hot, sticky cum. And Marcelo, would he unload in her ass or would he pull out and shoot ropes of semen across her back? How sweet it would be to take all they both had to give, their scents mingling on her skin. Her pussy contracted at the thought. Raking her teeth over her lips, she whimpered. Completely at the mercy of her lovers, she prayed for release.
    Marcelo adjusted his grip on her leg, still wrapped around his waist, shifting her body weight backward so that her ass rested against his lap. He made only small movements, his cock deep within her. The position tightened the rope around her wrists, but the pain in her arms and strained back gave her the nudge she needed to reach a new level of ecstasy.
    Angel drove himself into her; short, fast strokes urged her higher. Her body went rigid and jilted, the power of the climax almost too much to bear. She cried out, jerking against the ropes that held her arms