Anal Double-Decker: Two Creamy Lovers Share One Tasty Treat

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The golden afternoon light spilled through the window, casting long, warm shadows across the quiet room where Mike and Yves stood close, their bodies a silent conversation of shared breath and steadying hands. Cristina watched them for a moment, her heart a soft, frantic drum against her ribs, before she moved closer, her fingertips finding the familiar plane of Yves's back. A sigh escaped him, a sound of pure surrender, as Mike’s arm wrapped around him, drawing them all into a single, trembling orbit. Cristina leaned in, her cheek resting against Mike’s shoulder, her gaze locked with Yves’s, seeing the same vulnerable awe reflected in his deep, dark eyes. The air itself felt thick and sweet with the scent of their skin, a heady mixture of warmth and faint salt. Every touch was a whispered promise, every shift in weight a delicate negotiation of trust and longing that left them breathless. A single, glistening bead of sweat traced a path down Mike’s temple, and Yves gently caught it with his thumb, a gesture so intimate it stole the air from Cristina’s lungs. In that suspended moment, there were no individuals, only a confluence of souls, a perfect, fragile equilibrium of giving and receiving. The world outside the window ceased to exist, forgotten in the sacred geometry of their embrace. A profound, quiet joy bloomed within her, so intense it felt like a form of gentle weeping, binding the three of them together in the fading gold of the day.