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I feel Patrick tensing up at the same time, gripping onto my long curls tightly. Jackson's hips are lifting me off his lap with the force of his upwards thrusts, making my breasts bounce. Patrick unleashes a primal groan, and I force him deeply to the back of my throat, pressing my fingers into him, winding my hand around him. I feel his cock pulsing over and over, his delicious juices spurting over my tongue, down my throat.
As I drain Patrick, I grind against Jackson, my opening still squeezing around him, and feel his thighs tense underneath me. He grasps me tight, his mouth close to my ear, and I hear him growl unexpectedly, his seed bursting hot inside of me, his fluids mingling with mine.
I shake my hips at Jackson until he begs me to stop from the sensitivity of it, Patrick moves quickly to hand me a towel as I slide myself precariously off of him, Jackson's and my juice dripping out of me. I stand there between them, the three of us fatigued by our lengthy play. My lazy smile reveals both my unprecedented orgasm count and my newfound experience with these two delectable brothers.
"That coffee sounds good about now," I tell Patrick, and the three of us laugh. I know that after a bit of rest, I will be more than ready to exhaust them again. After all, it's not every night that I get to score a triple play with a mouthwateringly sexy pair of baseball brothers. Maybe next time, I muse, I'll make them keep their uniforms on...
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