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Full Circle [Tarot Series: Three of Cups]
by Adriana Kraft
Category: Erotica/Group-Orgy Erotica
Description: Exotic dancer Barbra Atkins has spent ten years carefully choreographing every step of her meteoric rise to success on the private club circuit. Now it's payback time for the two college roommates who didn't have time for their nerdy classmate--add three strapping spectacular hunks to the mix, and revenge can be so sweet!
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: November 2007
 
10 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [75 KB]
Words: 15677
Reading time: 44-62 min.
"Adriana Kraft gives readers an unexpected treat with this fast paced and extremely sexy story. There's no shortage of eye popping scenes that will have you reading about the antics of the characters and wondering what they'll do next. I loved Barb's easygoing acceptance of her own sexuality and the way she goes about 'seducing' Ruth and Desiree. Just when I thought this story couldn't get any better there's a twist to this tale that gives readers a whole new perception of Barb. If you're looking for a story with a fun plot, lots of hot sex and characters you'll come to care about then FULL CIRCLE--TAROT: THREE OF CUPS is for you."--Romance Junkies
Sampson grunted something inaudible but clambered on to the bed as Desiree scrunched back up the large oval. Amused, Barb counted herself lucky again for having had that bed custom made. A half a dozen couples could fit in that recessed oval quite comfortably. She knew that to be a fact. Desiree was not into wasting time. When Sampson joined her, she raised her legs high in the air and palmed her bare pussy--another thing she and Desiree had in common. Ruth, on the other hand, had a neatly trimmed dark nest of curls. Barb smiled at her. Right now that trimmed pussy was being thoroughly explored by two fingers--one of Brad's and one of Jack's. "Good God," Desiree yelped. "I've found heaven at last." With great care, Sampson was easing his thick cock into Desiree. Her light chocolate skin contrasted beautifully with his paler tone. Even from the anteroom, Barb could see Sampson's brow bead with sweat. Desiree must be extremely tight for him. She pummeled Sampson's back with her heels. "I won't break. Oh yeah," she exclaimed, hugging him close when he finally settled into her. They lay without moving, giving each other time to adjust. Ruth apparently had no size problem with Jack, who was already gliding in and out of her glacially, as if he was taking as much time as needed to get acquainted. His dark skin did set off Ruth's alabaster flesh, just as Barb had imagined. They looked good together. But then Ruth must have a difficult time watching, given that Brad was kneeling by her side and had filled her mouth with his cock. Although she was doing double duty, the look of triumph on Ruth's face didn't suggest dismay. The long remembered screeches of Desiree drew Barb's attention back to her and Sampson. Desiree was already flailing and Sampson no longer seemed overly concerned that he might hurt her. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her mouth roughly, swallowing her screams while driving into her at a frantic pace. "Oh hell," Desiree screamed. Sampson hesitated. "Don't stop. Good God, don't stop." Sampson laughed and quickened his tempo until Desiree crashed beneath him. Her panting turned into screeching. Her screeching turned into whimpering. Sampson paused, letting her find her way. Barb nodded her agreement. She knew she didn't have to worry about her men spoiling the evening by coming too soon. Each of them could come more than once in a short time period, and each of them was also an expert at prolonging their own climaxes in order to better satisfy a woman. Barb pulled on her nipples that were aching for attention. She tossed aside her robe and wrapped the sash around her midsection. Wearing only the sash, she entered the playroom. Still gulping in deep breaths, Desiree saw her first. Her eyes rounded and her lips parted. What had she expected? Did she expect Barb to be angry, to chastise--for tonight, or for the past? "You came for us," Desiree said, her voice shaking. "I will," Barb pointed out. She glanced over at Ruth and her two men. "Don't stop on my account. I tired of just watching."
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