As the wine began to loosen her mind, and her fingers began to loosen her robe, Bella pondered the two men. As her teeth nibbled on her lower lip, her fingers found there way to her...much lower lips. She traced her clit as she traced their features in her mind, trying to find the features that would let her know who her dark night was.
She found her thoughts kept straying from the task. Before she knew it, her mind was showing her images of both men, standing before her topless and messaging her body. She did her best to imitate their motions on her own skin, but alas...she did not have four hands.
Following their hands in her vision, she rubbed herself into a frenzy. Now that her beaver's fever was somewhat calmed, she found that every touch was so much more sensitive. Her hands were covered in her wetness as she rubbed, stroked, and pinched her pleasurable pussy.
Her heart was pounding, causing a beating in her ears. She could almost feel the earth moving around her as she got closer and closer to release. The pounding in her ears got louder and louder until...
She realized it was actual pounding...on her door.
Flushed and embarrassed, she made her way to the door, tying her robe as she went. The anger boiling inside her over her lost orgasm clouded her thought process. She yanked the door wide open without a glance at the peephole.
She immediately realized two things:
One: There was a large gorilla of a man standing in front of her...without any pants on.
Two: Her knot tying skills were sub-par.