They both meet me in a toast to seal it.
After about twenty minutes of small talk, Poppy’s shoulders have loosened, and she’s calm, not worrying over what comes next, which is perfect timing to move forward.
Taking her glass, I set it on the side table, then turn to face her. “I think we’ve deprived Warren of dessert for long enough, wouldn’t you agree?”
She doesn’t answer but turns beet red as Warren says, “Fuck yeah, you have.”
“What are you going to do about that, Mouse?” I ask.
“What should I do?” Her words are timid, nerves evident.
“Stand up and remove your dress,” I instruct, trying to make it easier on her by taking the guesswork out of the equation.
It seems to do the trick. Without answering, she rises from the couch and shimmies it up from the bottom, revealing that luscious ass with full grabbable hips. The sexy black G-string panties don’t leave much to the imagination, causing my dick to strain against my zipper, anxious to be released.
The dress continues to rise, unveiling the beautiful curve of her waist to her bare, braless back. When it’s finally lifted over her head, she stands before us, her nearly naked body on display.
Warren whistles as she drops it to the floor. “Fuck me six ways to Sunday, that’s the nicest ass I’ve seen. Fuck you for holding out on me, man.”
“So you do this often, I take it.” Poppy states, still facing away from us.
“Which means we know what we’re doing. Turn around, Mouse, show us the rest,” I demand.
She slowly rotates, her eyes widening at the large bulges we’re both sporting.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you caused this.” Warren grabs his cock and squeezes it through his pants. “Man… those tits are just as fine as that ass. I’d have considered keeping you to myself too. Now the real question is, what’s underneath those panties?”
“You heard the man,” I prompt, figuring she’ll take the hint.
Which she does, lowering them to reveal the tiny patch of red hair atop the prettiest pussy I’ve laid eyes on.
Warren groans. “Fuuuck. You’re killing me, man. If we don’t get somewhere soon, I’m taking over.”
“Come here, Mouse. Lay on the couch with your head in my lap and your feet on Warren.”
She does as told, then looks up at me, waiting for the next instruction.
I brush her hair from her forehead. “Now bend your knees andopen your legs, then reach down and spread your pussy lips. Let Warren take a good look at what he’ll be feasting on.”
Scarlet blooms in her cheeks while she timidly follows my instructions. “This is humiliating,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Are you kidding me? This is hot as fuck.” Warren tells her, giving her the encouragement she needs.
“Open your eyes, Mouse. See the lust in Warren’s eyes. How you’re teasing him, making him want you so badly.”
She peels her lids up and looks straight at Warren, biting her bottom lip.
“Good girl,” I say encouragingly, still caressing her hair.
“Fuck, man, don’t make me wait any longer. I’m practically coming in my pants,” Warren begs as he devours her with his eyes.
“Touch her. Tell me how wet she is.”
Warren reaches forward and softly probes her entrance with a groan before slowly entering her. Poppy’s eyes close, and her hips lift, already begging for more.
“Damn, baby, you need to be fucked.” He looks up at me, pleading. “Why are we not?”
“Because you haven’t eaten yet. Why don’t you taste how sweet she is?” I give him the permission he’s been waiting for.
