Double Anal Fucking: A Spit-Filled Threesome

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The golden hour light bled through the window, casting long, languid shadows across our entangled forms, a silent witness to the breathless anticipation hanging in the air. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs as my gaze met Celine’s, a shy smile gracing her lips before our mouths met in a tender, exploring kiss. Anthony’s strong hands, warm and sure, traced slow, deliberate paths along my spine, his touch a promise that made my skin hum with electricity. I could feel the soft sigh escape Celine as I leaned into her, my lips tracing the line of her jaw before finding their way to the sensitive skin of her neck, tasting the salt of her excitement. The world narrowed to this sacred space, filled with the soft sounds of shared breath and the rustle of shifting bodies against silk sheets. A profound vulnerability washed over me, a beautiful, terrifying surrender to the trust weaving the three of us together in this intimate tapestry. My fingers trembled as I reached for her, my touch a question answered by her own hands guiding mine, a silent language of consent and desire. His lips found the hollow of my throat, his breath a warm caress that sent shivers cascading through my entire being, melting any lingering hesitation. In their eyes, I saw my own reflection—flushed, yearning, and utterly captivated by this shared, emotional precipice. This was not mere passion, but a deep, soulful connection unfolding in the quiet intimacy of the fading daylight.