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"You're beyond beautiful, love," Louis admired, as he combed his fingers through the fiery tresses that had covered her when Harry pushed Jillian toward him.
With each pass, Louis dropped more of her hair behind her shoulders. Harry gathered the tendrils, massaging Jill's scalp as he roped the length around his hand. The sensation, combined with the subtle flow of remaining alcohol still in her system, was disarming. Harry felt zero resistance when he leveraged her head back, exposing her throat and bare breasts.
Sitting up further, Louis traced a finger along her carotid artery, noticing her pulse quicken at his touch. His lips followed the same path, stopping beneath her collarbone, to leave a faint mark for Jillian to discover in the morning.
When his kisses finally landed on her breasts, rather than maintain the slow pace, Louis aggressively latched on and drew her ever hardening nub deeply, into his mouth. Jillian heaved a breath into her lungs, throwing her head back.
Harry was there to support her weight, whispering, "Such a pretty thing to look at. He has a talented mouth, doesn't he? If you open your eyes, you can watch with me. That's it, sweetheart. See how he teases your tits? I bet you love the way he's pulling that nipple deep and sliding it over his tongue when he releases."
"I do," Jill couldn't help but reach her hand behind Louis' head to press him closer. "Feels so good."
"Stand her up, H. I want her pussy on my tongue."
Jillian nearly growled at the dirty words Louis had spoken. She threw her arms back to hold onto Harry as he hauled her upright, his arm, a muscled band that anchored her to his hard chest.
"Louis called dibs on your first release," Harry slid his hand to her center and palmed the soft flesh between her legs, "but I'll be the first to fuck you."
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