Desiree Holt

The icy liquid tasted good as it slid down her throat. She drained the glass and held it out for a refill. “More, please.”

Scott laughed as he poured. “Just take it slowly. You don’t want to be drunk at your own party. You’d never get to enjoy the fun.”

Curt had seated himself between her legs, tugging on her nipples and dragging a nail lightly across them. “I have plans for these too, Lauren, but first I think Scott and I are overdressed, don’t you?”

The two brothers grinned at each other, Curt climbed off the bed and they began to remove their clothes. As each section of male body emerged Lauren’s eyes widened. They were perfect specimens, sun-bronzed skin over hard muscles, chests dusted with crisp hair—the one with a golden matte of curls, the other a dark pelt— and dusky male nipples. The bodies were shaped as if they’d been sculpted. When they shucked their pants and briefs and their erections sprang free her breath caught in her throat. Rising from tempting patches of hair they were both long and thick, veins pulsing along the sides and the heads broad and flat. A tiny pearl of fluid glistened at each tip.

Lauren reached out her hands and they stepped closer. She ran a thumb over each head to spread the pre-sum and licked her fingers. “Yum,” she murmured, resisting the urge to lick her lips. She circled her fingers around the two thick shafts and began to slide them up and down on the soft skin but the twins backed away.

“Uh-uh-uh.” Scott grinned as he shook a finger at her. “Naughty, naughty. We didn’t say you could do that.” He looked at his brother. “I think that calls for some punishment, don’t you?”

Curt smiled back. “Oh, yeah. Very definitely.” He jogged from the room and returned with the large duffel, setting it beside the bed. “Especially since spanking is Number One on this bad girl’s list.”

“Wha… Lauren began.

“Shh,” Scott soothed. “Go with the flow and let yourself enjoy. That’s what this is all about, remember?”

He kissed her temple then turned her over again on her stomach and pulled her hands behind her back. Handcuffs lined with fleece locked into place around her wrists and anchored them at the small of her back. At the same time she felt manacles close around her ankles but Curt had attached them to something that kept her legs wide apart.

Scott took the pillows from the head of her bed and placed them under her, elevating her ass and her pussy.

“Man, the view from here is incredible.” Curt’s voice sounded thick and strained. “Lauren, I could look at your ass and your cunt all day long.”