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Her arms buckled, and she fell back on the table, Baxter increasing his tempo now with his rough enthusiasm.
And Gil came over, and she tried to turn just enough to embrace him as Baxter thrust away, their mouths crushing
together, and his tongue alive in her mouth, feeling so good, so good to feel lips and tongue and the brush of his
cheek, and it was this more than Baxter’s urgent ramming that sent a spasm through her core, her fingertips dancing
down Gil’s abs, searching for his penis. She turned back to Baxter and with a reassuring caress, telling him she wanted
to change positions, lying on her side now to face Gil, and Baxter was actually able to sink him- self even deeper into
her so that she clutched onto Gil’s arms tightly. ‘Eeeeahhhh...’ Baxter chanting you like that, don’t you? You like it
like that, and telling Gil, kiss her, man, she’s so horny. And now Gil was nudging her right leg, his fingers tracing
their way to find her clitoris even as his mouth sucked on one of her nipples, circling his tongue around the areola,
his cock warm and hard against her belly, and she shut her eyes tight to feel everything, everything...
Then she noticed the mirrors. She had been oblivious to them before, silly her, a long framed mirror
on one side of the table facing another on a sideboard opposite. Behind Gil a second Gil sucking on her nipple,
her fist gripping him tightly, a dazzling image of her buttocks quivering ever so slightly as the ebony god at the end of
the table pulled out and thrust in again, and now yes, his body glowing with perspiration from his efforts. And if they could
only film this glory! She looked at the parade of bodies reflected again and again in the mirror, and they melded into a
projector screen for her, imagining her two lovers and her own body in grainy black and white. Her neck arches back, a
smile on her lips with a show of teeth. Cut to: the big man’s POV as his wet rod of flesh disappears into the lovely lips
of the heroine’s vagina.
She could feel herself coming, her orgasm threatening like a thunderstorm.
She has to change positions again, wanting to lean over the table and let the big man take her from behind,
but she’s too short, and he can only manage a few hard strokes. When he pulls out of her for them to try something different,
he comes in a sudden burst, a geyser of his spunk flying out and staining the ground. He looks apologetic, but she stands on
her toes to kiss him and let him know it’s okay. And now it’s her new man who can’t wait to be inside her, half lifting her,
half cradling her tenderly in his arms back onto the table.
‘I never thought I could let myself go like this,’ he whispers to her.
‘Fill me up,’ she chants to him. ‘Come on, fill me. Fill me now!’
‘Give it to her,’ urges the big man.
And one day, they know there will be sound because the studios are working on it, but for now she wails silently in
ecstasy, the big man coming over in answer to her pleading eyes, and she rubs his still moist cock to get him hard again,
her tongue lathering him and sucking him into her mouth, a new convulsion hitting her as she falls back helpless, and Baxter
comes in a new hot shining stream over her belly, driving Gil over the edge to his own orgasm, filling her inside. And the
best, the best is her slowly rising up from the table to kiss Gil one last lingering time even as the pulse goes on and on
inside her, Baxter stroking her back and kissing the nape of her neck as we
FADE OUT.
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