beneath her silk dress. Ryan shifted behind her and rolled one between his fingers.
"Watch," Nadia whispered into her ear once she reached it. Grace nodded, shocked, and hornier than she'd even been in her life.
"Ahhh…" the blue jean man spoke. "That’s it." He straddled the man who lay bound on the bed beneath him. The prone man arched up, struggling against the ropes. "Stop!" the other man commanded.
Whimpering, the bound man obeyed as the other leaned down to kiss him, hands on either side of his lover’s head, before moving down to bite down one nipple, then the other. Grace tried to suppress a groan as Ryan’s hand kneaded at her own nipple and her panties filled with moisture. A primal urgency so strong gripped her, made her gasp and sigh as the surreal vision in front of her continued.
The blue jeaned man moved down to lap at the other man’s cock, licking the pre-cum from his thick head, moving his tongue around the sensitive slit, causing the young man on the bed to buck and cry out and try to shove his cock inside the other man’s mouth.
"No!" The low, firm command startled Grace. "Do as I say or you get nothing."
Grace watched as the man in jeans stalked out, leaving the naked man on the bed, his arms flexing against his bonds his amazing body in obvious erotic agony. Catching sight of shadowy figures around the room, she leaned her head back against the luxurious leather seat. Ryan loomed over her and then leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek.
"You ok?"
"I guess."
Grace sighed as she sensed Nadia’s touch again, this time cool fingers on her knee, fluttering up the inside of her thighs. But instead of moving away like the usual straight-laced Grace would do, she kept her eyes on the naked man’s throbbing shaft just a few feet from her as he moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to find contact.
Nadia’s fingertips moved her silk thong aside and Grace cried out when they reached her hard clit. The sensation was exquisite and nearly unbearable. Ryan had come around to the front of the sofa and stood watching them.
"Oh. My God," Grace shuddered as the woman shoved two fingers high inside her, reaching up and pressing against her clit at the same time. She felt her body spasm in Nadia’s hands.
"That’s it, my darling," Nadia cooed as she shifted around and repositioned herself between Grace’s legs. "I must taste you."
Gasping from the hair-trigger orgasm, Grace let Nadia pull her thighs apart and lean in, flicking her tongue over the still hard button of flesh. Grace shifted down further on the sofa, her eyes closed as fingers reached up to roll her nipples, pinching a little, bringing an edge of pain to the pleasure. Nadia sucked, pulling Grace’s clit between her lips.
"Ah, Jesus!"
"Mmmm…." Nadia kept sucking, not letting her go, pulling her through one orgasm and into another as she pressed fingers inside Grace’s shuddering flesh. Ryan positioned himself directly behind Nadia and Grace watched from half lidded eyes, nearly melting into the buttery leather couch with lust, as he ran a hand over Nadia’s ass. Staring straight into Grace’s eyes, her husband pulled Nadia’s filmy dress up and plunged his fingers inside her body, making the woman moan against Grace’s pussy. Grace licked her lips, and words she’d never thought imaginable rolled out of her mouth.
“Fuck her Ryan. I want to watch.” She sucked in a breath as the light in his eyes deepened. God help her she really, honestly did. He kept his eyes pinned on Grace, reached over to pluck a condom from a bowl handily positioned on a nearby table. She groaned as Nadia kept manipulating her. Then as her husband unzipped his trousers and rolled the condom down his perfect, familiar cock she smiled, and nodded.
Grace watched him, saw the familiar expression on his face as he slipped into Nadia’s waiting body, while
"Watch," Nadia whispered into her ear once she reached it. Grace nodded, shocked, and hornier than she'd even been in her life.
"Ahhh…" the blue jean man spoke. "That’s it." He straddled the man who lay bound on the bed beneath him. The prone man arched up, struggling against the ropes. "Stop!" the other man commanded.
Whimpering, the bound man obeyed as the other leaned down to kiss him, hands on either side of his lover’s head, before moving down to bite down one nipple, then the other. Grace tried to suppress a groan as Ryan’s hand kneaded at her own nipple and her panties filled with moisture. A primal urgency so strong gripped her, made her gasp and sigh as the surreal vision in front of her continued.
The blue jeaned man moved down to lap at the other man’s cock, licking the pre-cum from his thick head, moving his tongue around the sensitive slit, causing the young man on the bed to buck and cry out and try to shove his cock inside the other man’s mouth.
"No!" The low, firm command startled Grace. "Do as I say or you get nothing."
Grace watched as the man in jeans stalked out, leaving the naked man on the bed, his arms flexing against his bonds his amazing body in obvious erotic agony. Catching sight of shadowy figures around the room, she leaned her head back against the luxurious leather seat. Ryan loomed over her and then leaned down to brush his lips against her cheek.
"You ok?"
"I guess."
Grace sighed as she sensed Nadia’s touch again, this time cool fingers on her knee, fluttering up the inside of her thighs. But instead of moving away like the usual straight-laced Grace would do, she kept her eyes on the naked man’s throbbing shaft just a few feet from her as he moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to find contact.
Nadia’s fingertips moved her silk thong aside and Grace cried out when they reached her hard clit. The sensation was exquisite and nearly unbearable. Ryan had come around to the front of the sofa and stood watching them.
"Oh. My God," Grace shuddered as the woman shoved two fingers high inside her, reaching up and pressing against her clit at the same time. She felt her body spasm in Nadia’s hands.
"That’s it, my darling," Nadia cooed as she shifted around and repositioned herself between Grace’s legs. "I must taste you."
Gasping from the hair-trigger orgasm, Grace let Nadia pull her thighs apart and lean in, flicking her tongue over the still hard button of flesh. Grace shifted down further on the sofa, her eyes closed as fingers reached up to roll her nipples, pinching a little, bringing an edge of pain to the pleasure. Nadia sucked, pulling Grace’s clit between her lips.
"Ah, Jesus!"
"Mmmm…." Nadia kept sucking, not letting her go, pulling her through one orgasm and into another as she pressed fingers inside Grace’s shuddering flesh. Ryan positioned himself directly behind Nadia and Grace watched from half lidded eyes, nearly melting into the buttery leather couch with lust, as he ran a hand over Nadia’s ass. Staring straight into Grace’s eyes, her husband pulled Nadia’s filmy dress up and plunged his fingers inside her body, making the woman moan against Grace’s pussy. Grace licked her lips, and words she’d never thought imaginable rolled out of her mouth.
“Fuck her Ryan. I want to watch.” She sucked in a breath as the light in his eyes deepened. God help her she really, honestly did. He kept his eyes pinned on Grace, reached over to pluck a condom from a bowl handily positioned on a nearby table. She groaned as Nadia kept manipulating her. Then as her husband unzipped his trousers and rolled the condom down his perfect, familiar cock she smiled, and nodded.
Grace watched him, saw the familiar expression on his face as he slipped into Nadia’s waiting body, while
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