My left hand covers her mouth while my right slides under her nightgown to rest on her stomach.
She stiffens, but doesn’t pull away.
Moving my hand up to fondle her breast, I pinch the nipple. The big soft breast fills my hand and spills over. My cock’s hard as stone now. She pushes back against me, which my cock loves.
Zoe’s flexible of course because she’s a dancer. I picture Laurel in the ropes. Might have to train her muscles to stretch as far as I want. Like another little muscle between her ass cheeks that needs attention soon. I kiss the side of Laurelyn’s neck.
My other hand joins the first, so I’m cupping her breasts and kneading them. She leans back against me, rubbing her ass against my pelvis. I slide a hand down into her underwear and stroke her soft pussy. She feels like flower petals, ones I want to open with my fingers.
Her breathing gets huskier as I touch her. Her head tips back until Zoe starts to make uncomfortable noises.
We both look back at the bed. C’s big cock is driving slowly into the little brown star of Zoe’s asshole. She struggles, pulling against the ropes.
C’s voice is soothing, but he doesn’t pull out. He bends his head and licks her skin.
“You’re so beautiful, Zoe,” he says in a husky voice. His triceps contract and he rocks back on his hands. “Relax that ass. You know you gotta take this.”
Her long limbs strain and she writhes, trying to inch upward.
My fingers curl into Laurel’s slippery pussy. She’s drenched and quivering.
C rocks his hips forward, and Zoe cries out from behind her gag. He adds some lube and moves in and out about an inch. She’s stretched taut around him.
“Mmm. You’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Relax, beautiful.”
C starts to fuck her in slow strong strokes. Zoe settles at first, then starts to struggle again. He stops to rub her clit with his thumb. Her back arches.
“That’s gorgeous,” I whisper against Laurelyn’s ear while I rub her clit with the heel of my hand and fuck her with my fingers. “Want me to fuck you like that?”
She shakes her head, but she’s dripping like a honeycomb.
The clit action sets Zoe’s body ablaze. C fucks her faster and harder. She’s crying out with every deep thrust, but she’s not trying to escape. Her big brown nipples dance as her breasts bounce. C’s got to love that. Big nips, especially brown ones have always been a favorite of his.
“Mmm. I know, baby. Hard to take all of me. I’m gonna fill you up soon,” he says.
She whimpers and cries.
“Shhh. Fuck, you feel good. Yeah, angel. Milk me. Take all that.” He groans and fucks her with sharp deep thrusts. His breath is harsh and so is hers.
“Yeah,” he says with a few more pulses of his hips. He bends over her and whispers to her, kissing her face and neck before he climbs off. “Another minute, Z. Then I’ll turn you loose.”
C gets off the bed, leaving Zoe open and exposed, with fluid leaking from her well-used body. It’s a pretty sight.
Laurel pulls my hands away from her. She shudders and then turns and escapes past me.
C releases Zoe, covers her, and then comes out of the room and closes the door.
“So, is it your girl’s turn soon?”
“Let’s see if she stays my girl.”
“Hmm. Taking a chance?”
“She’s asking questions. She’s got a right to know what I’m like before I marry her.”
“Where is she?”
“Media room.”
