para él. ¿Te gusta ser una puta sucia, Carlie? Eres jodidamente empapados. Apretando mi polla. Puedo sentir a tu esposo en el culo. Sentir sus bolas acariciando a mina. ¿Que quieres, no te Carlie? Quiere sentirlo también.”
Ride it, baby. Feel it. Greedy fucking cunt. You're so full of cock. Pussy and ass. Taking it all. Begging for it. Do you like being a dirty whore, Carlie? You're fucking drenched. Squeezing my cock. I can feel your husband moving in your ass. Feel his balls stroking mine. You want that, don't you Carlie? You want me to feel him too.
Oh fuck!
It was his voice, in that language. No idea whatsoever what he said but the dark rasp of his voice made it sound deliciously filthy.
I couldn’t deal with it.
It took a second, two, and Carlie’s head fell forward onto Zach’s shoulder. Biting down, she tried to muffle her moans but the pressure was too much, she felt too full. Her hips moved, shifting backwards and forwards. Full of him, then full of me. She couldn’t get enough.
Zach’s gaze didn’t move from my face but I felt it everywhere .
The way I felt, it was as if he could have been sticking his dick into anything and any one but he still would have been right there, with me, doing it for me. His look scorched me, claimed me and branded me, but I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t ready to mentally dissect it either.
We moved in sync. He thrust, then I thrust. He moved, then I moved.
Carlie screamed in pleasure with every single inch. Every touch, every noise, every breath, she was feeling it.
Pleasure overload.
We caused that. Me and Zach. We gave that to her. I gave that to him and he gave it to me.
I sunk my teeth into the skin between Carlie’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to mark her. To give her something tender, an ache, that she would walk around with for days or weeks afterwards and be brought right back to that moment.
That moment, being when my control snapped and I put my hands above Zach’s on her hips and yanked her ass back at the same time as I punched my hips forward. Every inch of my swollen cock was buried in her tight little asshole, she was squeezing and clenching around me. I felt the first ripple of her orgasm build in her ass and as she finally let go and dived into the depths of desire, I pulled out.
The effect was instant.
She cried out, slamming her hips down onto Zach’s dick and arching her back. She went boneless in his grasp, shaking, quivering and completely incoherent as fluid flowed from her pussy, coating Zach’s skin and making his eyes roll back.
I moved.
“Suck me. Do it fast. Put your mouth on my cock and drain me,” I growled, eyes on Zach.
He leaned forward, moving Carlie to one side and he sucked me into his mouth. It was wet, hot and I felt my cum building. Carlie watched. Her eyes still glassy and her chest still heaving for breath, she edged forward too. Flicking her gaze to Zach’s mouth on my cock, then to my eyes and back again.
Sated, spent and well fucked she looked every inch the wanton little whore that she wanted to pretend she was.
And she proved it. When she leaned forward, matching Zach’s position and wrapped her fingers around my balls, twisting and massaging. She opened her mouth and took them in.
Zach’s mouth sucking deep on my cock, Carlie’s holding and pleasuring my balls.
I exploded.
My knees shook, my fingers ached and my balls tightened in Carlie’s mouth as my cum shot from my shaft, to the back of Zach’s throat and he swallowed every drop.
I left. I walked to the stairs and jogged up. I tried to ignore the feel of my cock, wet from Zach’s mouth and my cum, hitting against my thigh. I locked the bathroom door, not caring what they were doing downstairs.
I leant back against the door, but faced the bathroom mirror.
Then I laughed humourlessly, not knowing who the person was staring back at me.
“Blake Thomas,” I shook my head. “You are so
Ride it, baby. Feel it. Greedy fucking cunt. You're so full of cock. Pussy and ass. Taking it all. Begging for it. Do you like being a dirty whore, Carlie? You're fucking drenched. Squeezing my cock. I can feel your husband moving in your ass. Feel his balls stroking mine. You want that, don't you Carlie? You want me to feel him too.
Oh fuck!
It was his voice, in that language. No idea whatsoever what he said but the dark rasp of his voice made it sound deliciously filthy.
I couldn’t deal with it.
It took a second, two, and Carlie’s head fell forward onto Zach’s shoulder. Biting down, she tried to muffle her moans but the pressure was too much, she felt too full. Her hips moved, shifting backwards and forwards. Full of him, then full of me. She couldn’t get enough.
Zach’s gaze didn’t move from my face but I felt it everywhere .
The way I felt, it was as if he could have been sticking his dick into anything and any one but he still would have been right there, with me, doing it for me. His look scorched me, claimed me and branded me, but I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t ready to mentally dissect it either.
We moved in sync. He thrust, then I thrust. He moved, then I moved.
Carlie screamed in pleasure with every single inch. Every touch, every noise, every breath, she was feeling it.
Pleasure overload.
We caused that. Me and Zach. We gave that to her. I gave that to him and he gave it to me.
I sunk my teeth into the skin between Carlie’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to mark her. To give her something tender, an ache, that she would walk around with for days or weeks afterwards and be brought right back to that moment.
That moment, being when my control snapped and I put my hands above Zach’s on her hips and yanked her ass back at the same time as I punched my hips forward. Every inch of my swollen cock was buried in her tight little asshole, she was squeezing and clenching around me. I felt the first ripple of her orgasm build in her ass and as she finally let go and dived into the depths of desire, I pulled out.
The effect was instant.
She cried out, slamming her hips down onto Zach’s dick and arching her back. She went boneless in his grasp, shaking, quivering and completely incoherent as fluid flowed from her pussy, coating Zach’s skin and making his eyes roll back.
I moved.
“Suck me. Do it fast. Put your mouth on my cock and drain me,” I growled, eyes on Zach.
He leaned forward, moving Carlie to one side and he sucked me into his mouth. It was wet, hot and I felt my cum building. Carlie watched. Her eyes still glassy and her chest still heaving for breath, she edged forward too. Flicking her gaze to Zach’s mouth on my cock, then to my eyes and back again.
Sated, spent and well fucked she looked every inch the wanton little whore that she wanted to pretend she was.
And she proved it. When she leaned forward, matching Zach’s position and wrapped her fingers around my balls, twisting and massaging. She opened her mouth and took them in.
Zach’s mouth sucking deep on my cock, Carlie’s holding and pleasuring my balls.
I exploded.
My knees shook, my fingers ached and my balls tightened in Carlie’s mouth as my cum shot from my shaft, to the back of Zach’s throat and he swallowed every drop.
I left. I walked to the stairs and jogged up. I tried to ignore the feel of my cock, wet from Zach’s mouth and my cum, hitting against my thigh. I locked the bathroom door, not caring what they were doing downstairs.
I leant back against the door, but faced the bathroom mirror.
Then I laughed humourlessly, not knowing who the person was staring back at me.
“Blake Thomas,” I shook my head. “You are so
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