<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">The Colonel was caught up in a maelstrom of want and need as she watched the pair and their intimacy. She longed for something like that, yearned for it secretly. As she watched, she found her hands starting to move on their own. Her ponytail came loose, long hair tumbling about her face and chest so she could press back against the wall better and use it to her advantage. Her legs had spread apart as if in preparation for her wandering fingers that teased the edge of the waistband of her sweats. She was getting as caught up in the moment as they were, it seemed. Swallowing, she found herself lightly panting, one hand pulling up her top in the slightest to touch her own bare heated skin. The coldness of her hands felt good and she closed her eyes with a soft, barely audible sigh.<br/>
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Biting her lip at the soft moans that filled the room, she opened her eyes to watch as Cole positioned himself at Brad's tight pucker while the latter continued to stroke himself. She felt anticipation streaming through her, as surely as Brad felt it as she watched on in rapture. She couldn't have torn her eyes away even if she had wanted to. She despised herself for intruding upon the couple, but the way they showed her how much they cared and craved each other, she couldn't help but feel the tinglings of depression. But it was swept away when Cole spoke the command to Brad and knew the other would follow it without protest. She hadn't really been comparing sizes, muscles or otherwise, until this moment. Brad was more slender and sleek while Cole was muscle and girth. The contrast was mouth-watering as she felt her fingers ease underneath her waistband and tease along the very edge of her sensitive clit.​</div></span>