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immobile. Sobs clutched her throat riding on a wave of emotion she didn't fully understand.
    “Yes,” Marcelo said. “That's it, mi amor . Let go.”
    Rapture twisted Angel's features, sweat streaming down the young man's torso. His groans drowned out Fiona's whimpers. He bucked against her, his cock pumping spurts of cum into her spasming cunt. If she could’ve, she would’ve clung to him, melded her body against his, absorbed him through her skin. As it was, she watched tremors of pleasure play out in his rippling abdomen and heaving chest. Tears streamed down her face, her chest gripped with emotion.
    Marcelo released her leg and withdrew from her, then he undid her bindings, allowing her and Angel to crumple against each other. Their bodies still conjoined and twitching with aftershocks, they huddled together―two submissives who had clearly pleased their master. Angel wiped away her tears and kissed her eyelids as she gulped for air.
    “Shhh. Sh, sh. No lloras . Don't cry. You did beautifully,” the young man reassured her. “You are beautiful.”
    Before she could reply, his soft lips covered hers, his tongue making lazy circles around her mouth. When the kiss receded, she asked, “Where's Chelo?”
    “Washing up. He'll be back in a few minutes. Just rest for now.” He fold his arms around her. Surrounded by his heat and scent, she allowed herself to doze.
    Gentle caresses woke her some time later; a warm, moist rag applied between her legs. She recognized Marcelo's touch before she opened her eyes. His amused face hovered over her.
    “Have we worn you out?”
    A half-hearted grin. “Yes, a bit.”
    He passed a towel to Angel who set about cleaning himself. “But we have more games to play.”
    She rubbed her wrists which were already marked with light bruises. “I don't know if I can take much more.”
    “Don't worry. It's Angel's turn.”
    Fiona raised herself up onto her haunches and turned to the young man, whose shaft had already begun to stir. A playful exhilaration replaced her fatigue.
    “I think she likes that idea.” Angel chuckled.
    “Come here.” Marcelo wrapped his arms around her, nipping at her lips. She kissed her way down to his stiffening cock and enveloped it with her mouth. An inhalation hissed through Marcelo's clenched teeth.
    “That's enough, preciosa . Just a taste.” He backed away from her. “But make sure you get Angelito good and wet.”
    She turned her attention to the young man, licking and sucking at him while Marcelo tied each of Angel's limbs to the bed posts.
    “Straddle him,” Marcelo ordered.
    One more swipe with her tongue, and Fiona did as instructed. Positioning Angel between her legs, she moved to take him in, but Marcelo stopped her. Waggling finger a finger, he silently admonished, Not yet .
    Aching with renewed need, she rubbed her wet slit against Angel's throbbing erection.
    Marcelo climbed onto the bed and mounted the young man's chest. He traced Angel's lips with the head of his cock, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum in its wake. Angel licked at his master, then seemed to swallow the entire shaft. Marcelo groaned and his body tensed. Fiona leaned forward to watch the two men, gripping Marcelo's shoulders. His head lolled back, lips pressed to her cheek and ear.
    “Put him inside you, now, but don't let him come.”
    “How do I do that?”
    “Feel the way he tenses and bucks. Grip his cock with your inner walls, if it gets harder or twitches, stop moving. Don't let him come.”
    She pushed herself back, sinking all of Angel's shaft inside and adjusted her position so she still had a view over Marcelo's shoulder. The dom drove his mushroomed head farther into Angel's throat, pushing deeper through a series of gags. A lift of the young man's head allowed Angel take in all of his master's shaft without choking; he held his abs and legs tense, a masterpiece of strength.
    Marcelo grasped the headboard with one hand, the other under Angel's neck.