Handmaiden
Kirsten shivered, gazing at the gorgeous couple who were standing inches from her.
Cherry pressed up against Prior, pulling off her husband's jacket and letting it drop to the ground. "You gonna let those bridegrooms come in your mouth so they can make their bride scream all night, Prior-honey?"
He popped the studs on the front of his tux shirt. "Uh-huh. You gonna make the bride cream all over your tongue so she's nice and wet for them, Cherry-baby?"
Cherry purred, tearing off his shirt and letting it drop on top of the jacket. "You gonna stop me?"
"f**k no," he growled.
Then they both turned to Kirsten, their dark eyes piercing her. Cherry reached out a mocha hand and took Kirsten's sweaty, pale one. "You gonna let us f**k you till you scream, Kirsten, baby?"
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