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Authors: Lexxie Couper, Mari Carr
Tags: Erótica
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out on the ground…
Fuck, he could come right now just at the thought.
But he didn’t. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his palms high on her inner thighs and shoved her legs wide.
She gasped, and then moaned when he plunged his tongue into her cunt.
She tasted like musk and clean water, her flesh still cool from the billabong. He dragged his tongue up over her clit, licking away the beads of water on her mound.
“Fuck me, that’s horny.”
Keith’s groan lifted Marc’s head. He grinned at his best mate, replacing his tongue on Harper’s sex with a slowly stroking thumb. “You’re tellin’ me, mate. I’m about five seconds away from bursting.”
He returned his mouth to Harper’s sex, sliding his tongue over her clit. A tremble rocked through her, accompanied by a hitching breath. The sound sent hot pressure into Marc’s cock. He didn’t need to run his hand over its crown to know pre-come leaked from the slit there. It was only sheer bloody control that stopped him rising up onto his knees, yanking Harper’s arse off the ground and burying his dick in her sweet wet pussy up to his balls.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much.
“Oh God, Marc,” Harper’s moan lashed at his resolve, “k-k…keep doing that. Oh yeah, keep…holy fuck , Keith. Yes !”
Marc lifted his head, a raw growl tearing at his throat at the sight of his best mate sucking on Harper’s right breast. Keith’s mouth wrapped her nipple, his cheeks concave, his eyes closed. He knelt beside her, one hand flat on her belly, the other cupping the very breast he now feasted upon.
Tendrils of hair hung over his forehead, dark copper-blond with water. It was so rare to see Blue without his hat that for a surreal moment, Marc wondered why Keith hadn’t returned it to his head before claiming Harper’s nipple. And then the scent of Harper’s desire slipped into Marc’s nostrils and the thought of Keith Munroe’s hat was the last thing on his mind.
He lowered his head to Harper’s spread folds and laved his tongue over her clit, flicking it, teasing it, painting it with his saliva in quick, frenzied strokes.
“O-oh…oh…!”
A hand slipped past Marc’s lips. He raised his head enough to let Keith’s fingers part Harper’s folds. Her clit peaked out at him between his best mate’s knuckles, framed by Keith’s strong fingers.
He reveled in the unfettered whimpers of pleasure sounding in Harper’s throat. When Keith parted her folds more, Marc flicked his tongue over her clit once again, pressing his palms high on her inner thighs.
She ceded to his touch, spreading her legs wider.
Keith withdrew his fingers. Marc watched his best mate smooth his hand up Harper’s belly, her glistening juices on his fingers a testament to her response to them both.
Unable not to, he followed the path of Keith’s fingers with his tongue, licking Harper’s musk from her flesh.
Keith drew a trail over her ribs, a path Marc journeyed with growing need. He knew where his friend was taking him. To Harper’s breast.
He went willingly.
Raising his head, he watched Keith circle her left nipple with the two fingers so recently buried within her slick walls. Marc’s mouth watered. His cock throbbed. He shot his best mate a quick look. “Mind if I…?”
Keith’s blue eyes burned. “Go for it.”
Marc flicked the tip of his tongue over Harper’s nipple.
She gasped his name, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Suck it, Thomo,” Keith ordered on a murmur.
He did, drawing Harper’s nipple deep into his mouth.
She bowed beneath him, her fist bunching tighter in his hair. And then she gasped again, louder this time. “Oh God …yes…yes.”
Without removing his mouth from her breast, Marc opened his eyes.
Keith was suckling Harper’s other nipple, his calloused hand holding the creamy swell of her breast with tender care.
As before, the sight of his best friend worshiping Harper’s body sent electricity straight to
Fuck, he could come right now just at the thought.
But he didn’t. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his palms high on her inner thighs and shoved her legs wide.
She gasped, and then moaned when he plunged his tongue into her cunt.
She tasted like musk and clean water, her flesh still cool from the billabong. He dragged his tongue up over her clit, licking away the beads of water on her mound.
“Fuck me, that’s horny.”
Keith’s groan lifted Marc’s head. He grinned at his best mate, replacing his tongue on Harper’s sex with a slowly stroking thumb. “You’re tellin’ me, mate. I’m about five seconds away from bursting.”
He returned his mouth to Harper’s sex, sliding his tongue over her clit. A tremble rocked through her, accompanied by a hitching breath. The sound sent hot pressure into Marc’s cock. He didn’t need to run his hand over its crown to know pre-come leaked from the slit there. It was only sheer bloody control that stopped him rising up onto his knees, yanking Harper’s arse off the ground and burying his dick in her sweet wet pussy up to his balls.
He’d never wanted to fuck a woman so much.
“Oh God, Marc,” Harper’s moan lashed at his resolve, “k-k…keep doing that. Oh yeah, keep…holy fuck , Keith. Yes !”
Marc lifted his head, a raw growl tearing at his throat at the sight of his best mate sucking on Harper’s right breast. Keith’s mouth wrapped her nipple, his cheeks concave, his eyes closed. He knelt beside her, one hand flat on her belly, the other cupping the very breast he now feasted upon.
Tendrils of hair hung over his forehead, dark copper-blond with water. It was so rare to see Blue without his hat that for a surreal moment, Marc wondered why Keith hadn’t returned it to his head before claiming Harper’s nipple. And then the scent of Harper’s desire slipped into Marc’s nostrils and the thought of Keith Munroe’s hat was the last thing on his mind.
He lowered his head to Harper’s spread folds and laved his tongue over her clit, flicking it, teasing it, painting it with his saliva in quick, frenzied strokes.
“O-oh…oh…!”
A hand slipped past Marc’s lips. He raised his head enough to let Keith’s fingers part Harper’s folds. Her clit peaked out at him between his best mate’s knuckles, framed by Keith’s strong fingers.
He reveled in the unfettered whimpers of pleasure sounding in Harper’s throat. When Keith parted her folds more, Marc flicked his tongue over her clit once again, pressing his palms high on her inner thighs.
She ceded to his touch, spreading her legs wider.
Keith withdrew his fingers. Marc watched his best mate smooth his hand up Harper’s belly, her glistening juices on his fingers a testament to her response to them both.
Unable not to, he followed the path of Keith’s fingers with his tongue, licking Harper’s musk from her flesh.
Keith drew a trail over her ribs, a path Marc journeyed with growing need. He knew where his friend was taking him. To Harper’s breast.
He went willingly.
Raising his head, he watched Keith circle her left nipple with the two fingers so recently buried within her slick walls. Marc’s mouth watered. His cock throbbed. He shot his best mate a quick look. “Mind if I…?”
Keith’s blue eyes burned. “Go for it.”
Marc flicked the tip of his tongue over Harper’s nipple.
She gasped his name, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Suck it, Thomo,” Keith ordered on a murmur.
He did, drawing Harper’s nipple deep into his mouth.
She bowed beneath him, her fist bunching tighter in his hair. And then she gasped again, louder this time. “Oh God …yes…yes.”
Without removing his mouth from her breast, Marc opened his eyes.
Keith was suckling Harper’s other nipple, his calloused hand holding the creamy swell of her breast with tender care.
As before, the sight of his best friend worshiping Harper’s body sent electricity straight to
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