My sensual criminals
Satiated expectation

But out there, somewhere in the night, are the two men who took my innocence and gave me something I didn't know was possible in return. It's a lust and a desire to give myself, again and again, to the rudeness of the criminals who broke into my room. I want them and I need them, and I only hope they come sooner rather than later.

Maybe I should have cum against the glass of my bay window, lit up for all of New York to see. But I force myself to step back and turn off the light, wrapping myself in darkness. I've made it clear. I know they've seen me, I feel it. The men are there, caressing each other as they watch me through the glass. With a knowing smile, I fix my hair a little, crawl into bed and lie down. Silence squeezes my eardrums and the only thing I hear is my heartbeat. My pussy is wet, clenching at his arrival. My breathing is rapid and shallow at the thought of their hard bodies against mine. My whole body trembles at the thought of those giant horse cocks and what it will be like to have them inside me again. Maybe this time I can have them both fuck my pussy at the same time? But how would it work? It's like the filthiest porn come to life and I blush at the thought, my whole body tingling. God, what has happened to me? A wild, lewd woman has been unleashed, and now she's in the driver's seat with all these dirty cravings.

But before I can change my mind, there's a telltale whisper from across the room. I freeze. Could it be them? Another whisper is heard, this time closer. I sit up and sure enough, there are two dark silhouettes silhouetted against the window. My heart skips a beat and I am overcome with wonder and nostalgia. How could they have gotten in? One moment I was alone and the next they are there, their huge bulges blocking out the city lights and their blue eyes glowing in the darkness. I swallow and try to gather my courage, but my throat is dry.

I lean over the side of the bed and reach for the light switch without taking my eyes off the dark figures. I have to see what they look like. With a click, the lamp casts a small beam of light around my bed, but it doesn't reach far enough to illuminate the men. If anything, the lamp next to me only makes it harder for me to see them, and I peek out into the darkness.

"Hello," I whisper in what I hope sounds like a come-hither voice. "Welcome." There is a moment of stillness, but then the sound of four heavy boots on thick, expensive carpet reaches my ears. A moment later, two men enter the circle of golden light and I gape at their appearance. I knew instinctively that they were handsome, but I wasn't expecting this.

At the foot of my bed stand two huge men. They are over six feet tall and look like Greek gods. The black, acrylic fabric of their shirts cinches their bodies, revealing the rippling muscles of their arms and chests. Those chiseled faces are incredibly attractive, with square jaws, perfect lips, straight noses and thick eyebrows framing piercing blue eyes. Fuck, they're gorgeous, and they're identical twins.

I gasp a little and press myself against the headboard of the bed in fright.

"Don't be afraid," one of them growls in his baritone voice. "We won't hurt you." But these men don't look kind. In fact, they look like they could break me in half with one hand. However, my fear is not real fear, it's more the feeling of breathless anticipation mixed with helpless confusion. And I get excited at the thought of what these huge, burly criminals might do to a curvy girl like me.

"Who...who are you?" I manage to swallow saliva. The men exchange a glance under their heavy brows. My heart pounds in my throat. "Okay, I get it. They can't tell me."

"Does it matter who we are, little girl?" the one on the left asks. Little girl. This is the one who shoved his cock all the way down my throat last night. The memory of how it throbbed and throbbed as his load released in my mouth makes my pussy clench so tight it hurts, and my mouth waters hungrily. Is it possible to be literally painfully aroused?

"Does it matter who we are, when we spared your life last night?" the other demands. "We could have kept your innocence and walked away," he says. "Maybe we should have."

He's the one between my legs. Remembering how I cum on his cock as he thrust inside me is almost too much. Did he like those spasms? Did he see the sheen of my juices on his hard cock and smile at the memory? Besides, why are they so stubborn, don't they realize how much I want them?

"Why are you back?" I whisper, my voice trembling.

"Why do you think?" the first man continues, and in two terrifying strides he is on the left side of my bed. He sits on the edge, his weight on the mattress shifting my body toward him. I can't breathe. The sudden proximity of his incredibly handsome face leaves me frozen. He stares into my eyes with those piercing blues and I feel helpless. A slow, heavy footstep to my right brings the other man closer to my mattress, and I feel a hand slowly brush my brown locks away from my throat. I flinch and turn my gaze back to him. Yet neither of us is smiling. Should I be afraid? And yet I'm not. I'm hot and aroused, and I desperately want more.

"Please," I murmur, trying to replace confidence, "I need to know their names." The men emit a grunt of disapproval. The man to my right grabs my hair and pulls on it with his fist to force me to lift my head toward him.