Once upon a night steeped in darkness, there was a trio that came together under the cover of moonlight's seductive glow. A magnetic pull drew them towards one another, as if fate itself had orchestrated this unholy trinity of desire. The woman, with her raven hair cascading down her back like midnight waves, stood in the center, a beacon for these two men to converge upon. One man was all muscle and sinew, his body a temple to his primal urges. His name was Mark, but he had another name too - that of the beast that lurked within him. The other man was more tender, like velvet draped across the contours of his form, his eyes as blue as a summer sky; this was Max, the embodiment of all things gentle yet passionate.
As they approached her, a palpable energy crackled between them, an electric current that hummed with anticipation. She watched as their bodies drew closer, their movements slow and deliberate. Mark, the predator, circled around her from behind, his fingers tracing delicate patterns down her spine. Max stood before her, his gaze fixed on hers as if to read the secrets locked within her soul.
The woman reached out a hand, gripping Mark's bicep firmly. "Let me feel you," she whispered into his ear. He growled in response, a low rumble that reverberated through her very core. Her heart pounded in sync with their breathing - shallow and quick, a reflection of the intensity brewing within them all.
Mark began to remove her clothing, piece by piece, revealing her body like an artist unveiling his masterpiece. Max moved beside him, his fingers tracing lazy circles around her nipples, making her gasp at each touch. She could feel herself growing wetter with every passing second, the anticipation of what was to come sending shivers up her spine.
Mark's hands were now on her thighs, guiding them apart so that his head could descend between them. His tongue darted out, licking her swollen clit like a cat lapping at milk. The sensation sent an explosion of pleasure coursing through her veins. Max moved behind her, his fingers slipping between her legs, teasing and taunting her entrance as he slid them in and out.
Suddenly, Mark stood up, pulling off his own clothes with swift, purposeful movements. His cock stood erect, a testament to his arousal. Max followed suit, revealing his own member - thick and hard, ready for action. The woman's eyes widened in excitement as she took them both in, the sight of their exposed bodies arousing her even further.
She turned around then, offering herself up to them. Mark stepped forward, guiding Max by the hand so that they could both enter her at once. Their cocks slid easily into her, stretching her wide as they filled her completely. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled only slightly by their bodies pressing against hers.
As they began to move, it was like a symphony of skin on skin, flesh meeting flesh in perfect harmony. Max's gentle strokes contrasted perfectly with Mark's rougher, more primal thrusts. Their hips moved together in a mesmerizing dance, each one feeding off the others' energy as they took turns pleasing her.
The woman reached down between them, gripping their cocks firmly. She began to jerk them simultaneously, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Max pulled out of her completely, leaving only Mark inside her. He then pushed back into her with such force that it sent shivers down her spine.
At that very moment, Max positioned himself behind her once again, his cock glistening with her juices. With a single thrust, he plunged into her from behind, joining Mark within her. The sensation was overwhelming, filling her completely as she cried out in ecstasy.
As they continued to move together, their bodies becoming one fluid motion, the woman knew that this was not just sex; it was something more profound. It was a magic that bound them together, a force that could not be denied or resisted. They were three, but they were one in their passion and desire.
And so, under the watchful eye of the moon, this trio found solace in each other's arms, their bodies entwined as they danced on the precipice of pleasure and release. The night stretched out before them like a canvas waiting to be painted, each stroke bringing them closer to the climax that awaited them at its end. For now, though, they were content to simply revel in the magic that bound them together - MMF Magic.