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chair so fast it almost tipped over, and followed them into the living room. They took the couch and he dropped into an armchair.
“I heard a rumor,” Dag said, mouth on her neck, his hands all over her, “that you want to be a bad girl.”
She gave a breathy laugh. “Where did you hear such a thing?”
“Hmm.” He kissed her throat and gave one of her tits a gentle squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How bad do you want to be, babe?”
“I’m not bad. I’m good.”
“You certainly are,” Dag agreed and when his tongue traced up the side of Kassidy’s neck Chris’s blood pumped hot through his veins. He rubbed his aching cock through his shorts. “Good at many things.”
Dag’s hand slid from her breast down over her stomach and between her legs. Leaning back into the couch cushions, she parted her thighs with a soft moan. His hand rubbed her there, over her shorts and panties, in a slow, sensual rhythm. He kissed her mouth for long moments, with lots of tongue, then kissed his way over her cheek, jaw and throat. He nudged aside the wide, loose neckline of her T-shirt until it dropped off her shoulder, stroked his tongue over her collarbone and then gave the top curve of her breast an openmouthed kiss.
Kassidy’s hand slid into Dag’s dark hair, her other arm stretched behind him. She shifted her weight a little and hitched one knee up, bending it, nudging Dag’s crotch with it, giving him more access to her pussy and giving Chris a better view. Too bad she still had all those clothes on.
“Fuck, I love watching you two,” Chris said hoarsely, pressing his engorged cock. “So fucking hot.”
Dag swept Kassidy’s T-shirt even lower, pushing the cup of her strapless bra out of the way, flashing Chris a glimpse of creamy breast and small brown nipple. Chris’s breathing quickened, his heart drumming as he watched Dag take Kassidy’s nipple into his mouth. Eyes closed, Dag’s face wore a look of rapture as he pulled the bud into his mouth, sucked on it, released it. His tongue licked over the tight peak, then he suckled it again, and again. Kassidy began to shift on the couch, making needy little noises.
Dag popped open the button of her shorts, tugged down the zipper and slipped his hand inside as he continued to feast on her breast.
“Oh yeah,” Kassidy panted. “That’s so good. Yes…touch me there.”
Chris could imagine how silky and wet her pussy was. Having her nipples sucked made her hot like nothing else. His cock pulsed, now so hard he hurt. He swallowed.
Then Dag halted, pulled his hand free of Kassidy’s shorts. She gave a small cry of displeasure, but Dag was pulling the T-shirt off over her head. “Take off your bra,” he ordered her in a low, rough tone. She reached behind her to unfasten it and then it was gone and she was topless, slouched on the couch in little shorts that were open, her long, smooth legs spread. Chris studied her torso, her narrow rib cage, her perfect round breasts. Holy hell.
“Beautiful, Kass,” he called to her. “So beautiful.”
He wanted to touch her too. Yeah, he liked to watch, but this was becoming painful. With shaky fingers, he unzipped his own shorts, shoving them low on his hips, and pulled out his dick.
“I guess he likes this,” Dag said to Kassidy, and she looked at Chris and saw him jacking himself off. Her lips curved and her eyes went dark.
“That’s beautiful too,” she said, watching him, and, fuck, that was hot. When she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, he nearly lost it. He had to stop, focus on breathing. He slid his other hand up under his shirt and rubbed his chest, which rose and fell in rapid rhythm.
“It is,” Dag agreed. “You’d probably like to suck his dick, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Oh Jesus. They were fucking torturing him.
Dag’s hand had returned to Kassidy’s pussy inside her loose shorts, fingers working her there as he now licked and sucked both nipples, kissing his
“I heard a rumor,” Dag said, mouth on her neck, his hands all over her, “that you want to be a bad girl.”
She gave a breathy laugh. “Where did you hear such a thing?”
“Hmm.” He kissed her throat and gave one of her tits a gentle squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. How bad do you want to be, babe?”
“I’m not bad. I’m good.”
“You certainly are,” Dag agreed and when his tongue traced up the side of Kassidy’s neck Chris’s blood pumped hot through his veins. He rubbed his aching cock through his shorts. “Good at many things.”
Dag’s hand slid from her breast down over her stomach and between her legs. Leaning back into the couch cushions, she parted her thighs with a soft moan. His hand rubbed her there, over her shorts and panties, in a slow, sensual rhythm. He kissed her mouth for long moments, with lots of tongue, then kissed his way over her cheek, jaw and throat. He nudged aside the wide, loose neckline of her T-shirt until it dropped off her shoulder, stroked his tongue over her collarbone and then gave the top curve of her breast an openmouthed kiss.
Kassidy’s hand slid into Dag’s dark hair, her other arm stretched behind him. She shifted her weight a little and hitched one knee up, bending it, nudging Dag’s crotch with it, giving him more access to her pussy and giving Chris a better view. Too bad she still had all those clothes on.
“Fuck, I love watching you two,” Chris said hoarsely, pressing his engorged cock. “So fucking hot.”
Dag swept Kassidy’s T-shirt even lower, pushing the cup of her strapless bra out of the way, flashing Chris a glimpse of creamy breast and small brown nipple. Chris’s breathing quickened, his heart drumming as he watched Dag take Kassidy’s nipple into his mouth. Eyes closed, Dag’s face wore a look of rapture as he pulled the bud into his mouth, sucked on it, released it. His tongue licked over the tight peak, then he suckled it again, and again. Kassidy began to shift on the couch, making needy little noises.
Dag popped open the button of her shorts, tugged down the zipper and slipped his hand inside as he continued to feast on her breast.
“Oh yeah,” Kassidy panted. “That’s so good. Yes…touch me there.”
Chris could imagine how silky and wet her pussy was. Having her nipples sucked made her hot like nothing else. His cock pulsed, now so hard he hurt. He swallowed.
Then Dag halted, pulled his hand free of Kassidy’s shorts. She gave a small cry of displeasure, but Dag was pulling the T-shirt off over her head. “Take off your bra,” he ordered her in a low, rough tone. She reached behind her to unfasten it and then it was gone and she was topless, slouched on the couch in little shorts that were open, her long, smooth legs spread. Chris studied her torso, her narrow rib cage, her perfect round breasts. Holy hell.
“Beautiful, Kass,” he called to her. “So beautiful.”
He wanted to touch her too. Yeah, he liked to watch, but this was becoming painful. With shaky fingers, he unzipped his own shorts, shoving them low on his hips, and pulled out his dick.
“I guess he likes this,” Dag said to Kassidy, and she looked at Chris and saw him jacking himself off. Her lips curved and her eyes went dark.
“That’s beautiful too,” she said, watching him, and, fuck, that was hot. When she swiped her tongue across her bottom lip, he nearly lost it. He had to stop, focus on breathing. He slid his other hand up under his shirt and rubbed his chest, which rose and fell in rapid rhythm.
“It is,” Dag agreed. “You’d probably like to suck his dick, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Me too.”
Oh Jesus. They were fucking torturing him.
Dag’s hand had returned to Kassidy’s pussy inside her loose shorts, fingers working her there as he now licked and sucked both nipples, kissing his
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