The Passion Peak, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

Passion Peak, Colorado 7

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In Seducing Carma, Carma Mandanici confronts her abusive past when an uncle she barely knew leaves her a large amount of money. Her longtime crush, Mateo Alvarado, and his best friend Blaine Peterson, work to protect her while exploring their fantasies and deepening feelings.

In Mastering Angela, Angela Davidson's in danger of losing her heart to two sexy Doms, Nash Stonecraft and Ian Malloy, when they agree to train her as their submissive. Both men struggle with bad luck in love and life, but they come together to protect what's theirs when a fake ghost hunter shows up on Nash's property, searching for buried money.

In Training Summer, when Dom Dalton Metcalf steps in to mentor receptionist Summer Andrews and Wes Danbury at the local BDSM club, Summer's night of erotic play with both men awakens long-buried fantasies. The three try to work out their convoluted relationship, but first Dalton must face that his father is involved a devious plot.

When trouble comes to Passion Peak, its citizens stand up to protect it, and each other, though they fight jealousy, dark secrets, and danger at every turn.

A Siren Erotic Romance

  Tara Rose is a Siren-exclusive author.

Seducing Carma (MFM) Mastering Angela (MFM) Training Summer (MFM)

The Passion Peak, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)
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The Passion Peak, Colorado Collection, Volume 1 (MFM)

Passion Peak, Colorado 7

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Word Count: 228,624
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Today was the day Carma Mandanici was going to stop dicking around and ask Mateo Alvarado if he was seeing anyone. It was a harmless question, and one she’d asked plenty of customers before. Not because she went around asking out every tall, dark, Hispanic man in town. No, that wasn’t why she asked.

Nor was she asking because Mateo lived a life shrouded in mystery, and most of the ten thousand or so residents of Passion Peak, Colorado knew practically nothing about him. No. That wasn’t even close. She was merely making conversation. It was awkward for her clients to sit in a chair for an hour or two and have their hair styled without speaking or being spoken to. Carma was merely doing her job.

Just keep telling yourself that. “So…anything new in your life, Mateo?” Chicken. You took the easy way out.

His golden eyes filled with humor as he glanced up at her from underneath long, dark lashes. Why was it that guys always had thicker eyelashes than most women? It was as if the cosmetics companies had conspired to genetically alter them so women would spend tons of money on mascara.

“As a matter of fact, you’ll probably have a new customer soon.”

“Oh? Why is that?”

“I’ve referred a friend of mine to you.”

“Thank you for that. I appreciate it.” Who was it? His girlfriend that he’d kept squirreled away in a secret room on his ranch? His estranged wife that no one had known about, and who had now come back into his life, begging for another chance? His married mistress that until recently he’d only met at the Shady Pines Motel just outside of town? There were more than a couple of places near Rio Blanco Lake to arrange a clandestine rendezvous.

“Don’t you want to know who it is?” Mateo was a big tease. Every six to eight weeks when she cut and styled his thick, dark hair they spent most of the time playing a cat-and-mouse game that consisted of Carma asking questions and Mateo evading them or dangling just enough information in front of her so that she asked more questions, which he never answered. But each time, Carma couldn’t help but wonder what else Mateo was hiding.

Underneath the dancing eyes and sexy smile there was a profound sadness about him that she suspected he masked with teasing and humor. Mateo was one of the wealthiest men in town, but no one Carma knew would describe him as outgoing or social.

Then again, she imagined he could easily afford to pay someone to come out to his ranch, Mystic Ridge Enterprises, and cut his hair. Why then did he come into town to get it done? Carma would love to believe it was because he wanted to see her, but he’d never given her any indication he was interested in pursuing a relationship with her.

“I’m sure I’ll find out.” She looked into his eyes, reflected in the mirror, as she snipped and cut. “And if I ask you directly, you won’t tell me anyway.”

The corners of his mouth turned up as he held her gaze in the mirror. “You know me so well, Carma.”

“You’ve been coming here for two years, and I don’t know you at all.” Her pulse raced. She’d be finished with his appointment in less than ten minutes, and then she wouldn’t see him again for another six to eight weeks. She rarely ran into him in town, and she could only imagine how busy he must be running his family’s business. They raised sheep for wool, and the ranch had been passed down through Mateo’s family for over one hundred years. Mystic Ridge Enterprises was known throughout the west.

“We’ve known each other all our lives, Carma.”

“And I still know nothing about you.” He’d been two grades ahead of her in school, and if they’d exchanged ten words in high school, Carma would eat her hair dryer.

“All right. What do you want to know?”

She fumbled the styling gel she’d just picked up and nearly dropped it. A soft chuckle escaped his throat and Carma suddenly wished she could smack him upside the head with the tube of product and pretend it had been an accident.Infuriating man. Why should she care if he was seeing someone?

“Today, I’ll answer one question about myself.”

“Oh, how generous of you. Is there another asteroid hurtling toward Earth or something?”

“Hysterical. Really.” The light still danced in his eyes, so his sarcastic tone couldn’t mean he was all that upset with her.

“Okay.” She put down the gel and handed him a mirror. Then she turned his chair sideways so he could see his hair from the sides and back. “Then tell me this. How’s your dating life these days?”

Her heart hammered so loudly she was certain he’d hear it. She wanted desperately to avert her gaze but she didn’t. All conversation and everyday sounds inside Expressions Salon faded into the background. There was only Mateo and his unusual-colored eyes. They sparkled like topaz, and for a few precious seconds it looked as though Carma was about to get an answer to her question. But then the usual cloud descended and she watched him shut down in the space of two seconds.

“Sorry, Carma. That one’s off limits.” He glanced around, almost as if he were making sure no one had overheard him, and then he rose from his chair, signaling an end to the game. She sighed inwardly. It was the same thing, every time. Why was she so drawn to this man? Why did she waste her time fantasizing about him? Why did he invade her dreams at least once a week?




Carma moved closer and put her arms around Mateo as he unhooked her bra and slid the straps off her shoulder, his touch burning her skin. He stared at her breasts, making satisfied noises in the back of his throat. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

“Thank you. So are you.”

He smiled at her, and then he dropped the bra onto the floor. “This weekend I’m taking you to Sassy Brassy and we’re going to buy a lot of things.”

“You are? We are?”

“Yes.” He took one nipple into his mouth, and Carma cried out at the sensations coursing through her body. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and set her hormones to warp speed. She tangled her fingers in his soft hair and pushed his head closer, wanting him to devour her. Erotic images danced through her head, making her crazy with need. She’d never felt anything like it. She’d never believed that she could enjoy being touched and kissed so much, and she never wanted the sensations to stop.

He released it and took the other nipple into his mouth, teasing the opposite one between his thumb and forefinger. She shook her head back and forth and squeezed her legs together as her pussy grew wetter and her clit began to throb. This wasn’t possible, was it? Carma couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. When Mateo released both nipples, he backed her up until her knees touched the mattress behind her.

Smiling into her eyes, he gently pushed her down until she was lying on the bed with her ass close to the edge. Mateo took off her cropped pants and panties, and Carma resisted the urge to sit up and cover herself.

“Don’t,” he said softly. What the hell? Could he read minds as well? “Don’t be afraid to be naked in front of me, Carma. I love the way you look. He lightly fingered her dark curls, causing tiny whimpering sounds to escape from her throat. “Have you ever thought about shaving this?”

“Not really.”

“Would you try? Just once, at least? I would help if you want.”

She nodded. Right now, she’d probably do anything he asked her to. When he pulled a pillow off the armchair and tossed it onto the floor, she moaned in anticipation. He dropped to his knees and gently spread her legs apart.

“Hold them open for me with your hands.” She did so, feeling silly. “That’s it, Carma. Just like that. I want you completely exposed to me. Now lie back and try to relax, okay? I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

She did as she asked, and cried out in pleasure as his tongue teased the insides of her thighs. He moved it in tiny circles, closer and closer to her pussy lips, but never quite reaching them. Her forearms were already trembling from holding her thighs apart, but she didn’t want to do anything that would make him stop, so she gripped her calves tighter to keep her legs wide open.

Now his fingers brushed her thighs, while his tongue worked its way over her ass cheeks and finally to her pussy lips. He spread them with his fingers and licked her wet slit, all the way up to her clit, and back again.

“Oh…oh God…” Carma lifted her head but when she did, she actually became dizzy and had to lay it back down. Mateo teased the opening to her wetness with one finger as his tongue continued to gently lick her clit, and when he slowly slid one finger into her pussy, Carma cried out again. She tightened her muscles around it as he moved it in and out. If his finger felt this incredible, what would his dick feel like?

His mouth fastened on her clit now, and he sucked it as well as licked it. No one had ever done this to her, and she hadn’t even known such pleasure was possible. It certainly didn’t feel this way when she made herself come by rubbing her clit. And there was no doubt she was going to come.

He removed his finger and then slid two inside. Carma moaned loudly as he sucked harder. She was so close. When the orgasm began, it spread through her slowly, like someone had put warm water into her pussy and it was now seeping into her entire being. She whimpered and moaned as he continued to suck her clit and fuck her pussy with his fingers. They were long, and each thrust massaged a spot inside her that only intensified the climax.





Angela Davidson could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen Nash Stonecraft out in public since he’d returned home to Passion Peak, Colorado after earning his master’s degree, but she’d be damned if this wasn’t the second time in one week. “Nash, I think you’re stalking me. First I see you at Expressions and now here.” She laughed but then reined it in as a look somewhere between surprise and annoyance passed across his handsome face. Ouch. So much for her attempts at humor.

“Hi, Angela.”

She stared into his eyes, struck by how deep blue they still looked, even outside in the bright sunshine. Perhaps it was because they were shaded by his dark-brown cowboy hat? “Are you here to watch the parade?”

Duh. Juniper Street was lined on both sides with people doing exactly that. Could she sound any denser? The Founder’s Day parade had been rescheduled because heavy thunderstorms had prevented it from occurring the week before, but there was no threat of rain on this sultry mid-August Saturday.

“I am,” he said, the corners of his mouth upturning slightly. She couldn’t blame him for finding her question amusing. Nash glanced behind her. “Are you here with anyone?”

“Not today.” She hoped he wouldn’t ask about Brett Warner, her longtime ex-boyfriend. Talking about him would spoil a perfect day. “How about you?”

“Ian Malloy is supposed to be joining me. Do you know him?”

Of course she knew him. Ian had been a patient at Passion Peak Dentistry, where Angela worked as a dental assistant, since before Angela had been in grade school. “Yes, I do.”

He eyed the brown paper bag in her hands. “What did you buy?”

The same craft tables that had been out the week before during the Founder’s Day festival had been set up again today at the east end of the street. Angela pulled out the delicate necklace of woven leather and red and orange beading. The colors had caught her eye, but it was the workmanship that had compelled her to buy it. “Isn’t this beautiful? Do you know Sandra and Chris Noel? They make this jewelry and normally sell it on consignment at Nancy’s Novelties on Shoshone Road.”

A quick flash of recognition passed across his face as he brushed a finger along the necklace. “This is really pretty. And yes, I know them. They’re regulars at Indulgence.”

Indulgence was the BDSM club Nash operated in the basement of his house, and it wasn’t exactly mainstream talk in this town. Angela was a bit surprised to hear him mention the name so casually in this crowd. She put the necklace back in the bag and craned her neck to the west as the sound of the Passion Peak Cougars Marching Band reached her ears. It was tradition for them to open the parade each year.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you there with Brett,” he said quietly.

She snapped her gaze back to his handsome face. As far as Angela was concerned, Brett was history. He’d cheated on her one too many times, and she was done with that game. “I’m not with him anymore.”

His gaze roamed over her tank top and then back up to her face. He wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that he’d just checked out her boobs. Those deep-blue eyes bore into hers, full of questions which, if he asked them, Angela probably wouldn’t have been able to answer. This man had a presence about him that made her want to kneel, call him “Sir,” and do anything he asked her to.

“Why don’t you stop by again sometime?”

Well, she couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect invitation than that. What was it about this man that made her want to throw him to the ground and rip off his clothes? He looked nothing like he had in high school. Late bloomer? Or, had she simply not looked past the skinny kid with the perpetually sad face who’d been so shy that most people hadn’t even known his name? “I didn’t realize it would be okay to come alone.”




She removed Ian’s shirt and reached for the waistband of his pants. “Sit back down,” said Nash. “And if you try to make yourself come again, I’ll tie you down and flog you, sore ass be damned.”

Heat rose up her neck and face as Ian chuckled. “Yes, Sir.” Angela unzipped Ian’s pants, but she didn’t pull them down yet. Instead she ran her hands over his impressive bulge until he began to squirm. Behind her, Nash continued massaging her ass, and when Angela finally pushed Ian’s pants down to his ankles, Nash reached under and began to play with her soaking wet pussy.

Angela fought to keep from coming, but it was nearly impossible. She suspected he knew that, and a thrill ran through her at the amount of teasing these two had subjected her to. No man had ever spent this much time on foreplay or her pleasure. It was exotic and decadent, and she loved every second of it.

Ian wore red satin boxers, which Angela thought funny in light of Nash’s earlier comment on this not being a porno, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she bent over and fastened her mouth on his dick through the boxers.

“Oh Christ,” he whispered, pulling harder on her hair.

Nash slipped two fingers into her pussy and flicked her clit with the other hand. There was no fucking way she could hold off the orgasm. “Don’t come,” he said in a warning tone.

She was dying. The more she teased Ian’s cock through the fabric, the closer her climax inched. Finally she straightened up. If she got flogged for this, oh well. “Sir…please…I can’t hold it off any longer. Please let me come. Please.”

A look passed between the men over her head, but she didn’t dare turn around. Nash removed his fingers and Ian removed his from her hair. “Lie down, on your back.”

She turned around and did as Nash asked, her entire body shaking now with need and anticipation. Nash turned her toward them and pulled her hips close to the edge of the bed while Ian pushed a chair over. Nash took a seat and draped her legs over his shoulders, then met her gaze.

Angela moaned at the look of raw lust in them. She tried to remember when she’d been this aroused and couldn’t. She could hardly believe this was happening. She’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.

“This is how hot and ready we want you every single time we play,” he said, brushing his finger over her clit.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. He fastened his mouth on her clit and pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she screamed her throat raw as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her. The contractions went on and on, even when he pulled his fingers out and stood up.

Angela watched in disbelief as Ian took Nash’s place. The grin on his face sent shivers up and down her spine. Ian licked her wet slit, and each time he flicked his tongue over her clit more contractions started. He kept it up so long that Angela was certain she’d pass out from sheer pleasure. When he finally stood up, Nash handed her a bottle of water and she drank the entire thing.

When she finished, Ian stood in front of her and placed both hands on her head. “I could eat you out all night long, but right now, you’re going to take out my cock and suck it dry.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled down his boxers and couldn't help her reaction at the sight of his red, thick, dick. “Oh, baby…”

Ian chuckled at her words then moaned softly as Angela licked the head, and up and down the shaft. She even licked his balls, which he’d shaved. Ian held her head still, and once she’d taken him into her mouth, he pushed more of his cock inside, but Angela didn’t mind. She’d always loved giving head, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she could just go to town. Ian made satisfied noises in the back of his throat as he fucked her mouth, and when he came, Angela made sure to swallow every delicious drop.

Nash didn’t wait long to step in front of her once Ian was finished. He didn’t ask her to undress him. He merely undid his pants and pushed them down, along with his royal blue boxers. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re too fucking sexy.”

Angela tore her gaze from his impressive cock to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.” Then she started to lick him the way she’d done to Ian, but Nash tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged it.

“Suck me, Angela. I’m ready to explode.”





He was about to call Wes when he caught a whiff of perfume that he’d smelled at Shady Pines on Wednesday, and glanced up to see Summer coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a royal blue PVC halter top and matching skirt. Her boots were black, and her hair was loose. He blinked a few times, uncertain if he was hallucinating, and then he burst out laughing. “Summer, take off those damn earrings, right now.”

“What?” She looked at him as if he’d just asked her to eat a bug.

Wes finally appeared, and Dalton had to bite back the urge to laugh a second time. Why hadn’t Ian told this guy how to dress in here? He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and sneakers. Dear sweet Jesus.

“Why should I take off my earrings?” Summer looked confused. Dalton decided it was time to find out why these two were here before this went any further.

“Well, for starters, they’re as big as Wyoming. You get those caught in rope or cuffs, and you’re in big trouble. Secondly, if they’re hanging in front of your face, I can’t see it. If I can’t see your face, I can’t judge your response to anything. If I can’t do that, I’m not doing my job as a Dom and a mentor. Take them off.”

“But they look sexy,” said Wes. He actually had puffed out his chest.

Dalton stared from one to the other. Wes looked like a mother lion, protecting her cub, and Summer’s jaw was open, but Dalton wasn’t sure if that was because she was shocked by what he’d asked her to do, or by what Wes had just said. And what was even more confusing was the look in her eyes. If that wasn’t lust, he’d eat a flogger. But which of them was it directed toward? How long had she and Wes been dating? He had no idea. He was going to kill Ian the first chance he got for putting him in this situation tonight. “Okay. Let’s forget the earrings for a second. Come over here so we can talk.”

He turned and walked toward one of the benches set in an alcove. When he didn’t immediately hear the sound of footsteps behind him, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were following. Dalton forced his face to remain neutral. Wes now looked like a scared kid, and he hated that. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He should talk to Wes alone, but how was he going to accomplish that without making Summer think the worst?

Once they were all inside the alcove, Dalton sat at one end of the bench and motioned for Summer to sit between him and Wes. “Look, I’m only trying to keep you safe, okay? Those things are too big to be worn in here. You’ve watched scenes before, right?”

She nodded, looking less shocked than she had a moment ago. Dalton tried not to stare at her, but she was so damn pretty. Her big green eyes looked like emeralds in this low light. Finally, she took off the giant hoops and held them in her hands. “They matched the outfit, so I wore them.”

He couldn’t help but smile this time. “And under any other circumstance, they would be perfect.” Dalton leaned back and crossed one ankle over the opposite knee. “Now, tell me what you both want to do tonight. Are you here to watch, or do you want to play?”

“Play.” Summer’s eyes gleamed, and Dalton gritted his teeth as his damn dick jumped to attention. How the hell had he landed in the middle of this?

Wes snapped his head toward her and then glanced at Dalton again with a challenge in his eyes. “Ian said you would only be here to guide us.”

Dalton studied his face for a second or two, and then he leaned forward and placed a hand on Summer’s forearm. She flinched a little, but not in a don’t-touch-me way. More like she was surprised but didn’t find his touch unpleasant at all. “Summer, could you excuse Wes and me for just a moment? We have some unfinished business to get out of the way, or I’m afraid this evening will be a bust.”

“Oh. Okay. Of course. I’ll just pop into the restroom for a while.”

“Thank you.”

As soon as she was out of earshot, Wes started to speak, but Dalton cut him off. “Look. Let’s just cut to the chase, okay? I'm sorry for what happened in high school. I was a prick. But I’m not sixteen anymore and neither are you. I’ve changed. People can do that, don’t you agree?”

Dalton watched, fascinated, as the indignation drained from Wes’s face. “Sure. Yeah. People can change.”

“So, do you accept my apology, Wes? Because honestly, I can’t help you and Summer tonight if all this crap from when we were stupid kids is still hanging over our heads.”

“Sure. Okay. Thank you.”

“Good. Now, Ian didn’t have time to tell me what you and he and talked about, but topping someone is about way more than flogging them or tying them up in a pretty pattern.”

“I know that.” He may have indicated that he’d accepted Dalton’s apology, but his voice was still too defensive.

“So, you also realize that it’s about trust and communication, right? It’s about getting to know a bottom or a sub so well that you anticipate their needs and know when they’ve reached their limits before they have to safeword. Have you and Summer played together at all?”

Wes shook his head. “No.”

“She’s been here to watch but I don’t believe she has any actual experience. What have you and Ian worked on?”

“Flogging techniques, bondage safety, safewords, things like that.”

He ticked off the list as if he were reciting code. Dalton sighed. IT dudes…they thought everything in life lined up all nice and neat in pretty packages that made sense. “When she comes back, I want you to ask her what she wants to do tonight, okay? She’s your date, Wes. She obviously wants to experience what it’s liked to be topped, so start now. Put on your Dom face and act like you mean it.”




Her pulse raced. Were they really going to eat her out right here in the club, while she was tied to this cross? The images racing through her mind were out of control. Summer had never been this aroused. She heard scraping as though someone had dragged a chair across a wooden floor, and then strong hands grasped her breasts and someone kissed her. She wasn’t sure who it was, but she no longer cared.

Hot desire spread through her like flames, consuming the last bit of insecurity that remained. She wanted both of them, and if they laid her on the carpeting and fucked her in front of the entire town she wouldn’t care. She parted her lips to let his tongue inside as he teased her nipples into taut peaks. Between her legs, the other man licked her clit and teased the opening to her wetness with two fingers.

Summer could do nothing except moan constantly as he released the kiss and then trailed his tongue down her neck and between her breasts. He teased the sides, moving in tiny circles closer and closer to her nipples. If this was Wes, she was going to lock him in her apartment later and beg him to fuck for about a week straight. Where the hell had this come from?

The man moved away and then different hands continued to massage her breasts and play with her nipples. His touch was different, but no less skilled and arousing. Whoever was now between her legs sucked hard on her clit and slid two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

She screamed as a second crazy orgasm rocked her body. The other man sucked one nipple then the other, and that only enhanced the contractions zinging through her body. When they both finally stopped, the blindfold and ropes were removed. Summer almost stumbled as she tried to step away from the cross, but Wes caught her.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Yes, Sir. I do.”

“Let me help you.” Wes held onto her as he walked her toward the bathrooms. Under any other circumstances, Summer would feel ridiculous walking to the john in only her boots, but right now she didn’t give a shit. Wes waited for her, and when she came out he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Thank you for this, Summer. Thank you so much.”

She shivered as she tasted her own pussy juices. “Thank you, Wes. For all of this.”

Fresh waves of desire coursed through her body. When they reached Dalton again, he had moved a wooden chair further into the corner and motioned them over. Summer started to get on her knees, but Dalton pointed toward the chair. “It’s okay this time. You must be a bit dizzy still. Thank you for this, Summer.”

“Thank you, Dalton. This is what I wanted.”

“And it’s not quite over. Have a seat.” She did as he asked, then he lifted her head with one finger tucked under her chin. “Is it all right if we tie you up again?”

They hadn’t told her exactly what they wanted, but considering they’d both just given her oral sex, she assumed they wanted her to give them both blow jobs. She’d never done that while restrained, but it might be a lot of fun. “Sir, if I…um…if I need to safeword, how will you know?”

Wes grinned, and the lust shining out of his eyes forced a soft moan from her lips. Dalton nodded. “Good question, Summer. Wes, there’s a red tennis ball in my bag. Will you get it please?”

He did, and then Dalton handed the ball to her. “Hold this in your right hand. If you need to safeword, drop it. We’ll see it that way.”

“Yes, Sir.”

They fastened rope around her wrists and her boots at the ankles, and then tied it behind the chair. Summer sneaked a glance around the rest of the room. They were tucked back into a dark corner and no one was around, plus both men now stood in front of her. No one would really be able to see anything, even if they glanced toward the trio.

“Do you want the blindfold back on?” asked Wes. “Would that help you feel less exposed?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir. I think that might freak me out at this point.”

“You did agree to this, Summer,” said Dalton.

“Yes, Sir. I know I did.” She gave him what she hoped was her sexiest look, and was rewarded with fresh desire filling his eyes. She squeezed the tennis ball, hoping they would indeed see it if she had to drop it.

Both men unfastened their pants, and Summer couldn’t help but moan at the sight of their cocks. Big, thick, red, and slick with pre-cum, they pointed straight toward her. It was the ultimate fantasy come true. She only wished they were going inside her pussy instead, but maybe that would happen one day?

Dalton teased her lips with the head of his dick. “Don’t open your mouth until I tell you to.”

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