into a bedroom.
Sara gasped, unable to believe her eyes.
Francesca sat in an armchair, naked, both thighs thrown over
the arms.
Rafael’s dark head was positioned between them and he didn’t
bother to look up.
Sara closed her eyes and Aric’s fingers dug roughly into her
shoulders. “Open them,” he commanded.
Her eyes flew open, looking at him but not toward the center
of the room. He forced her body to turn to face Rafe and Francesca.
“Mmmm,” Francesca greeted. She raised her hands to her pale
breasts. Black-tipped fingernails contrasted against the cream of her skin. She
cupped her own breasts, plucking at a nipple with one hand.
Aric moved behind Sara, pulling her to him and wrapping his
arms around her. She leaned back against his chest and surprisingly, felt
protected instead of trapped while he forced her to watch the naughty scene
before her.
Rafael’s head turned toward Sara and Francesca made a sound
of protest, then lowered her hand to insert her own black-tipped glossy
fingernail into her swollen, shiny labia.
“Like what you see, Sara?” Rafe asked.
A dim part of her brain realized that she was actually
turned on by the erotic sight of naked people. The scent in the air was of
pure, straight sex and the smell seemed to permeate her nostrils, triggering
her own sheath to heat.
She stared, not even answering. Rafe slowly reached for his
burgeoning member, shining purple through the nest of black coarse hair that
surrounded it. He slid his palm up its thick length and the expression that
stole across his face was pure ecstasy.
Her vagina clenched with excitement. How she longed to come
in contact with that thick, veiny stalk. To inhale its scent, to…taste it. His
testicles were huge. Heavy, weighted balls that she wanted to suckle as he
groaned and squirmed beneath her lips.
Her wicked thoughts nearly caused her to convulse and she
fought to keep from squeezing her thighs together to pleasure her own swollen
labia.
Aric reached into the waistband of her pants. She made a
small sound of protest, an effort only.
“Sssh,” he said, into her ear.
His finger delved into her wet cleft, feeling the hot,
honeyed slickness for himself.
It occurred to Sara that he knew in that moment, knew how
much watching Rafe and Francesca excited her.
Rafe watched Aric’s hand slide into her clothing with the
barest semblance of a smile on his face. Then he turned his attention back to
Francesca and pulled her hips forward, nearly off the chair.
With her legs thrown over the arms, her entire bottom was
displayed for their pleasure. Her wet, swollen flesh looked pink and tender and
she eagerly moved her finger from deep inside to find her enlarged clitoris.
With her index finger, she rubbed sensuous circles around
and around the hard nub.
Rafe aimed his thick cock for her nether lips and plunged in
to the hilt.
Sara almost came, her hips thrusting at Aric’s finger. He
pressed his finger against her clitoris comfortingly and they studied Rafael’s
muscular globes as he ground into Francesca. He hammered into her frantically,
pound and release, over and over, his muscular buttocks moving to a sensual
beat.
“Would you like to caress his ass?” Aric whispered in her
ear.
She violently shook her head, eyes wide.
Aric gave a short laugh and then frantically circled her
clitoris in time to Francesca’s own manipulations.
It pushed her over the edge and she exploded from his
masturbation.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and the sound of her deep, rich voice
filled with ecstasy seemed to push Rafael and Francesca into their own
shuddering climaxes.
“Ohmigod,” Francesca screamed.
“Fuck,” Rafael groaned, emptying his seed deep into her
womb.
Aric casually removed his hand from Sara’s pants and she
watched, horrified as he brought it up to his face to inhale deeply.
Then he picked her up and carried her over to the huge,
empty bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, panicked, not
Sara gasped, unable to believe her eyes.
Francesca sat in an armchair, naked, both thighs thrown over
the arms.
Rafael’s dark head was positioned between them and he didn’t
bother to look up.
Sara closed her eyes and Aric’s fingers dug roughly into her
shoulders. “Open them,” he commanded.
Her eyes flew open, looking at him but not toward the center
of the room. He forced her body to turn to face Rafe and Francesca.
“Mmmm,” Francesca greeted. She raised her hands to her pale
breasts. Black-tipped fingernails contrasted against the cream of her skin. She
cupped her own breasts, plucking at a nipple with one hand.
Aric moved behind Sara, pulling her to him and wrapping his
arms around her. She leaned back against his chest and surprisingly, felt
protected instead of trapped while he forced her to watch the naughty scene
before her.
Rafael’s head turned toward Sara and Francesca made a sound
of protest, then lowered her hand to insert her own black-tipped glossy
fingernail into her swollen, shiny labia.
“Like what you see, Sara?” Rafe asked.
A dim part of her brain realized that she was actually
turned on by the erotic sight of naked people. The scent in the air was of
pure, straight sex and the smell seemed to permeate her nostrils, triggering
her own sheath to heat.
She stared, not even answering. Rafe slowly reached for his
burgeoning member, shining purple through the nest of black coarse hair that
surrounded it. He slid his palm up its thick length and the expression that
stole across his face was pure ecstasy.
Her vagina clenched with excitement. How she longed to come
in contact with that thick, veiny stalk. To inhale its scent, to…taste it. His
testicles were huge. Heavy, weighted balls that she wanted to suckle as he
groaned and squirmed beneath her lips.
Her wicked thoughts nearly caused her to convulse and she
fought to keep from squeezing her thighs together to pleasure her own swollen
labia.
Aric reached into the waistband of her pants. She made a
small sound of protest, an effort only.
“Sssh,” he said, into her ear.
His finger delved into her wet cleft, feeling the hot,
honeyed slickness for himself.
It occurred to Sara that he knew in that moment, knew how
much watching Rafe and Francesca excited her.
Rafe watched Aric’s hand slide into her clothing with the
barest semblance of a smile on his face. Then he turned his attention back to
Francesca and pulled her hips forward, nearly off the chair.
With her legs thrown over the arms, her entire bottom was
displayed for their pleasure. Her wet, swollen flesh looked pink and tender and
she eagerly moved her finger from deep inside to find her enlarged clitoris.
With her index finger, she rubbed sensuous circles around
and around the hard nub.
Rafe aimed his thick cock for her nether lips and plunged in
to the hilt.
Sara almost came, her hips thrusting at Aric’s finger. He
pressed his finger against her clitoris comfortingly and they studied Rafael’s
muscular globes as he ground into Francesca. He hammered into her frantically,
pound and release, over and over, his muscular buttocks moving to a sensual
beat.
“Would you like to caress his ass?” Aric whispered in her
ear.
She violently shook her head, eyes wide.
Aric gave a short laugh and then frantically circled her
clitoris in time to Francesca’s own manipulations.
It pushed her over the edge and she exploded from his
masturbation.
“Ohhh,” she moaned and the sound of her deep, rich voice
filled with ecstasy seemed to push Rafael and Francesca into their own
shuddering climaxes.
“Ohmigod,” Francesca screamed.
“Fuck,” Rafael groaned, emptying his seed deep into her
womb.
Aric casually removed his hand from Sara’s pants and she
watched, horrified as he brought it up to his face to inhale deeply.
Then he picked her up and carried her over to the huge,
empty bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, panicked, not
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