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Louis set the pace.

Steady and rhythmic.

"You're beautiful, Jill," he breathed. Louis' open hand stroked her spine, from the nape of her neck to the dimples above her ass; circling her hip. "Don't you think, H?"

Jillian looked up and met Harry's eyes. He glanced down to his engorged cock, sliding in and out of her warm, wet mouth, Jill's hand wrapped around his base.

"Absolutely gorgeous, mate," he dragged a  thumb over her bottom lip and into the corner of her mouth so she was stretched to suck it as well.

She could feel their intensity increase as the men made eye contact over her back. Louis had his hands everywhere. He palmed her thighs, pulling her hips up and into him, pushing so far into her that she felt him brushing her cervix. Taking hold of her waist, he rocked her back and forth. Every pleasure receptor in Louis' body was whining for release. His sack tightened, drawing his balls closer to his pulsing shaft.

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