Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Show me what you've got,” I purr, my voice laced with exhaustion. “Come for me…” I tell them, and they grab their cocks at the same time. Their eyes on my body, they start to stroke themselves, moving their hands at a frantic pace. I moan, not because of something my body is feeling, but because of the pleasure coating my mind; after all, what could be more pleasurable than having both Carter and Liam jerking off over my naked body?
I hear one of them groan, and the very next second, a rope of cum hits me across the chest. I don’t know if it came from Liam or from Carter, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter; one second after that they both start coating me in cum, their cocks gushing all over me. Their warm juices cascade onto my skin eagerly, thick strands of semen painting my body in pale white.
“So fucking good…” I moan, grabbing my tits and rubbing their cum all over. I’m not one to curse, but it just feels appropriate right now. How else would I put into words what I’m feeling right now? Because this is fucking good, there’s no other way to put it.
I move my hands from my breasts to my stomach, sliding my fingers all over my skin, smearing myself with cum. With my eyes still closed, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as an invitation; they take the hint pretty quickly, their saltiness soon all over my tongue. My mouth brimming with cum, I let them spray the rest of their load all over the rest of my body. Still lying down on the seat, I don’t dare to move; I keep still, frozen in place as I feel fat drops of cum drip down my skin and onto the seat.
I close my mouth, but, before swallowing, I open up my eyes; I want to see the look in their face as I do it. Glancing at Liam and then at Carter, I finally allow their cum down my throat, their flavor blending into something so mind numbing that a violent shiver goes down my spine.
Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerve endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems like that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.
“See?” I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. “Sharing is fun.” They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.
Sharing is fun, indeed… Especially when I’m the one being shared.
17
NEW YORK DAILY JOURNAL
SCANDAL, THY NAME IS WOMAN!
F ROM THE DESK of Editor-at-Large, Michael Anders.
As Mayor of New York City, I have an unique insight. As the owner of
my paper, here are my thoughts…
T HE NEW YORK political world was stunned yesterday as out of nowhere, the long simmering feud between Governor Carter Andrews and Mayor Liam Jeffries moved from a war of words to a literal war of fists.
The altercation occurred at the Harvard Club in Manhattan during a brunch between the Governor and Senator Vivian Hawthorne—who has been seen by many as the one person who can bring this situation to a more stable, calmer resolution.
According to witnesses, Mayor Jeffries, from the town of New Kingston, stormed into the club and an angry escalation of words between the two men ensued. Sources are not clear who began the fight, or who may have emerged as the victor, as police were quick to respond to the scene and take the two men into custody.
A curious situation confronted both a tiny town that serves as a suburb of New York City, as well as the greater State of New York. Both constituencies existed for a brief time with their chief executives incarcerated.
The situation was finally resolved when Senator Hawthorne stepped in and bailed out both men.
The situation has many legal scholars puzzled and perhaps more importantly, many social commentators decrying a crisis of leadership.
It seems to us at the Editorial Board that the bad old days of Albany style backroom politics is back. That the corruption has returned. And to those who disagree with us and believe that this is simply the heated passions of two sides of the political spectrum coming to a disagreement, we point out that rather than let the voters decide which way to go, both men are now advancing their own cause based on stubbornness. Secret negotiations, welcomed at first by the Editorial Board because we thought a quick resolution would be imminent, has now instead created a culture where back room deals and scandal instead rule the day.
It should be evident to any observer that the fact that Senator Hawthorne has been romantically linked to both Liam Jeffries and Carter Andrews means her judgment is compromised when it comes to both men. This resulted, most likely, in the fact that she bailed out both men. Any situation where two politicians have romantic links to each other cannot be one that can be called fair and unbiased.