<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8080bf">Cole didnâ??t appear to be too affected by the bad mood though. Not when he was being pleasured. Instead, he eased back into the blissful mood and began to pet her gently as he was petting Brad. â??Mmâ?¦ good girlâ?¦â? he murmured unconsciously, clearly easing again as his muscles flexed and relaxed, spreading his legs just that much wider. â??This isnâ??t a battle, Ashlynâ?¦ I want you to learn how to dive into this as you would other things in your lifeâ?¦â? because while he loved the intimacy that they had with the Colonel, this metaphorical bed didnâ??t have room for hesitant participants.<br/>
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He had to lay it down as it came up, really. If she was taking it at whatever pace she desired, then it could lull the sense that she was leader of this dance just as she was outside of this situation. But to allow her reign wasnâ??t ideal. Not that Cole didnâ??t know how to let his partner or partners take control every once in awhile; he wasnâ??t <i>that</i> selfish. But if she had complete control here, wherein she didnâ??t have as much commitment that Brad and he hadâ?¦ then that proved complications.<br/>
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When Brad grazed teeth against his shaft though, all thoughts blanked out and he found his hips thrusting upwards to meet both mouths. â??Fuck!â? the caramel skinned male hissed, palms moving to balance him on the ground, while his hips began to rock forward. â??Harder.â? he demanded, almost pleading of his partners, as he groaned and raced towards his own completion. It wasnâ??t long before he gave a rough thrust upwards and came with a deep rumble in his chest, thighs quivering against the other twoâ??s bodies.</span>