<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080"><div style="text-align: center">An unsteady breath left her as she felt Cole's hands slide to her hips, his lips on her neck. She didn't falter in her rhythm, which had increased as she watched Brad watching her watch him. He was matching her pace and so she had started to speed it up, wondering if he would try to catch up with her now. It was becoming almost like a game to see who could stroke the hardest and the fastest before someone came. The Major's question didn't throw her off, though the press of his erection went to her head and her throbbing vagina. Especially when he threw in those light circular motions with his hips. A strangled and soft moan left her on an exhale. She could feel his breath catch unevenly, could feel his pulse race against her shoulder blades. He was losing control, but regaining it slowly. It was probably Brad that was the source of this lack of control. He did look magnificent. <br/>
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The press of Cole's cock was harder this time and she swallowed and couldn't stop herself from pressing back against him in the slightest. His question reached her fogged mind a little more slowly than she would have liked, but her answer was quick, though not too quick.<br/>
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"Yes.."<br/>
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Her voice was husky and smooth, low as she whispered. She wanted to touch the other soldier, wanted to touch both of them in fact and have them at her mercy for once, some deeper and darker part of her stirring as she watched Brad. But then it gave way like it wasn't there as she waited for Cole to loosen up against her so she could actually move, feeling stuck with him pressed so close to her and throbbing.​</div></span>