While Mr. A played her clit with the back of his bow, she tried to fit both c***s in her mouth at once. She couldn’t, of course, but both men ran their hands through her hair as she tried. Sucking them one by one, she urged sweet melodies from their mouths. They were the flutes and then the trombones. Their trembling cores were percussion, and she was the violin screeching and jerking.
Sex was not a sweet thing, not anymore. s*x was raw as nuevo tango, primal but also seductive and mischievous. This was the music of s*x. They were that music, playing each other like instruments.
Mr. A’s c**k snuck in next to Nathaniel’s, and she sucked it in turn. She didn’t question how he could reach across her back and play her clit all the while. The how didn’t matter when her naked breasts
