<div style="text-align: justify">Kendell’s words summarily defined what Yasmine had been doing these past four days, wrapping these two men right around her manicured fingers. The lawyer had wished that the conviction she exuded would placate her lovers and reconcile with either an amenable parting of ways or an amorous entanglement. She hoped that her demeanor, the way she manipulated her physique and sexuality to her advantage, would urge them to wonder how dangerous it was to play with wild flames while their bodies were made of paper. Yet in spite of the grave she had dug for herself by leading them on, Yasmine yearned for her licentious fantasies to come to life. After all, these men wouldn’t have arrived at this arrangement if their intentions didn’t run parallel with hers. While she derived no hint from Max’s disposition earlier, Kendell’s genial visage and teasing reactions pacified her of her well-being, the loss of her lollipop to his possession a minor consequence she could ultimately deal with.<br/>
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But then there was darkness.<br/>
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Her vision was obscured by fabric and Kendell’s hand was eschewed from her grasp. Depriving her of these sensations set her heart apace, only slightly mollified by the hard form that pressed against her back and stabilized her. The timbre in Max’s voice as he spoke behind her only validated her speculations but it did naught to stifle the anticipation that gradually surged in her veins. It <i>truly</i> was happening, and Yasmine could not deny the warmth that it invoked in her body, particularly when a hand coiled around her neck and restricted her airflow. Instinct compelled Yasmine to rest her hands on Max’s wrist, not in an effort to remove it but to anchor her to him, whilst she mewled reflexively. In the sixteen days Yasmine spent in the company of the blond entrepreneur, it was inevitable that he intimately grasped the inner workings of her body, that he knew what would precisely make her wet and whorish. And this, to Yasmine’s bittersweet realization, was exactly what he did when he controlled her breathing and rained thunderous claps upon her lissome figure.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Fu—ck, <i>Max</i>…”</span> Yasmine rasped throatily. Each brusque slap on her flesh roused a choked moan from the Persian femme, her body inadvertently recoiling from the bite of Max’s palm. The smarting stings of his rough affection fueled the tension forming in the pit of her belly. But what also exacerbated her libido was the knowledge that Kendell was witnessing this sadistic treatment, stirring her exhibitionistic spirit to stretch much like an awakening feline. Furthermore, these men staked their claim on Yasmine with such sexual decadence that it inspired a devious little smile on her roseate lips; the possessiveness in Max’s voice also awarded with a subtle undulation of her hips against his crotch that could only translate to: <i>yes, fuck yes.</i> Immersing herself in a compliant headspace, she quelled the impulse to close her legs after Max slapped her core, savoring his fleeting liplock and widening her stance, partly for more of Max’s ministrations and for Kendell’s viewing pleasure.<br/>
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By the time Max released her to the body that held her right before she was pilfered, Yasmine was already ignited, a lit match in the midst of a forest. She was a calamity waiting to happen. Max played her form as if it was a musical instrument with frightening mastery, her sex tender and soaked whilst her nipples erect and sensitive. And so, when Kendell enveloped her in his arms, she was all molten heat and aching resonance.<br/>
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Without her sense of sight, the lawyer was dependent on touch, her hands unconsciously settling on Kendell to map out his body in her mind. Her palms roamed his garbed physique whilst her tongue lapped at the hardened candy that brushed her lips, feeling his chest, his shoulders, and his arms all the while. Puckering her lips against the lollipop reminiscent of the way she would kiss his manhood, Yasmine eventually found what she was seeking and began unbuttoning Kendell’s polo, denuding him bit by bit.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Max says it’s time for the burn,”</span> she remarked as she straddled Kendell’s lap, addressing both of the men, who had caught her in this debauched whirlwind, with a sliver of excitement in her inflections,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff"> “so I’m taking you all down with me. After all, you two are mine just as I belong to both of you.”</span><br/>
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Divesting Kendell of his top once his buttons were undone, the brunette reacquired the lollipop in her mouth and gently pushed the Caribbean man onto his back until he rested atop the bed. It was her turn to strip, lifting and discarding her dress in one fell swoop to bare her sun-kissed figure for a pair of blues and browns. Clad in nothing but saffron-hued cheeky intimates that clung low to her hips and her strappy sandals, Yasmine planted a hand on Kendell’s chest, right where his heart rested, whilst she gyrated her thinly clothed womanhood against his crotch, outlining his length with the moistened gusset of her panties. The lawyer could see nothing but the rest of her senses compensated for her lack of sight.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Ooh, your heart is racing. Tell me, Kendell.”</span> Yasmine chirped in a coquettish tone that belied her situation and the lust that eclipsed her body and mind, popping out the candy and swirling the spit-slick strawberry lollipop about her areola as if though it was the most natural thing in the world to occur. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“What do you think of this entire gathering? Are you going to fuck me senseless in front of Max?”</span> Her head tilted back minutely, shoulder-length sable strands waterfalling behind her, unaware as to where Max had stationed himself whilst she was in Kendell’s arms, but speaking to him nonetheless. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">“Max’ll get off on that, won’t you, Max? You’re going to <i>love</i> it when Kendell takes my ass.”</span>​</div>