"Then she climbed up and eased down on my still erect cock. She rode me, gently, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She was using me for ...er own pleasure, but I certainly was complaining. I felt her orgasms as they came, her pussy pulsating; then, she began tightening her internal muscles, milking me until I couldn't hold out any longer. We both came. After a moment she climbed off me, went out to the bathroom, and came back with a wet wash cloth and cleaned us both. She returned. The sweat on her slim neck immediately chilled, sending a shiver down her spine. Hitting the up arrow on the elevator, she looked at her reflection in the smooth metal doors. Her wavy red hair was desperately trying to free itself of the severe twist she’d forced it into this morning, small curls lying damply against her nape. The paleness of her face made her wide dark green eyes appear larger, almost too large. There was no color to her normally full lips, currently drawn into a tight line of. She could now see a little better, and turned her head toward the noise. At that point, she remembered her dream. People were fucking near her. Was it the Adonis and his sirens? Had she returned to the same dream? That had happened to her before where she awakened in the night from a good dream, then went back to sleep and picked up right where she left off. She was doing it again.Only this time, there weren't two sirens, there were four. Three were holding each other and watching the fourth. ?You’ve practiced deep-throating on several strap-on dildoes, and now I want you to suck off my friends, the Crawford triplets, Neon, Deon and Leon!?Ionides had tried to pull away, but of course his wrists were locked, and Nora had once again told him that if he used his safe word, she’d unlock him, but the relationship would be over. Finally, Ionides had relented, and Nora had coated his lips with garish fire-engine red lipstick to turn the triplets on, and they’d taken turns skull-fucking.