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At last she settled in and began looking around the cozy pub. Most of the patrons were men, but she found a woman and a man in the darkest corner. Without intending to watch them, she couldn't help but stare from the corner of her eye. White wings kept unfurling from the man's back, but that wasn't nearly as interesting as the woman down on her knees.
There was no way the woman was giving a man a blow job in the pub. No way. Pretending to look around, Brooke allowed herself three seconds to blatantly stare at them. Three seconds turned to five seconds, then ten, and she squeezed her thighs together to stop the tingle between her legs. Without realizing how randy it made her, she could feel herself dripping wet each time she shifted to relieve some of the pressure.
She'd never watched porn nor found it intriguing, much less a live sex act. Both had always seemed a little too intimate for her taste until now.
The woman was definitely going down on the winged man with enthusiasm, and for each stroke of her lips and tongue, the man's wings twitched. Waves of long, blond hair spilled over his shoulders, and his chest heaved beneath a cream-colored gauze shirt laced up to his collarbone. Sans the wings, he looked like he should have been on a billboard for an underwear ad. His chest, flat stomach, and long, muscular legs definitely should have been shared with the rest of the world.
Brooke felt her vagina pulsing in time with the man's pleasure as need filled her. She fidgeted and crossed her ankles, but she new damn well that nothing would work other than pulling up her dress and taking care of the problem or getting in on the action.
"Fuck," she murmured, and tookanother sip from her tall clay mug. Fuck, I want sex and, fuck, I've never wanted to be part of a threesome until now.
Her nipples grew harder and her pussy dripped as she continued to stare. The man clawed at the walls, braced himself as he thrust his hips forward. His eyes rolled open, found her immediately, and locked on hers with no indication of shock.
Brooke found herself unable to look away from him. She held her mug in one hand and left her free hand under the table, resting on her knee. She wondered if he could sense how much she wanted to inch her dress up and find release. She wondered if he knew how horny she'd become watching this nameless, faceless woman pleasure him.
He smiled as though he invited her to participate from across the room. When she returned the smile, he closed his eyes, his head tilting back as his wings spasmed and spread wide. He'd come while she'd sat and watched.