He’s not fooling me. Kev mightbe Chris’ boy right now, but my Sir isrightfuckingthere, enjoying all the festivities as an active participant.
Damn, how I lovebothof them!
Chris has Kev suck his fingers clean again, then he has Kev let go of me and pulls him in for a long, sucking kiss, right over the top of me. While they’re kissing, Chris starts unbuttoning Kev’s shirt, slowly, knowing what this is doing to me andmy desire.
I’m squirming on the bed, wanting relief, wanting to be part of this, and yet Kev’s tie keeps me bound and helpless to do anything but watch.
He removes Kev’s shirt and drops it to the floor, followed by his undershirt. Now they’re not just kissing on the lips, but all over, nipping and biting along pecs and shoulders, hands exploring, making love to each other and forcing me to watch.
#betterthanporn
Even better? They’ve completely shut off my thinking brain. I’m on auto-pilot, my body focused on only one thing—them.
#missionaccomplished
Chris palms the front of Kevin’s slacks and squeezes. Kev’s lower lip catches under his teeth as a deep groan floats free. “Fuck, Sir,” he hoarsely says. “Please let me come.”
“Should I let you fuck my girl? Is that what you want?”
I cantell you that’s what the girl wants!
“Yes, Sir, that’s what I want. Please?”
Chris grins and leans in. “What doIget, boy?”
Oooh, the trade. With all three of us together, Chris has a game he likes to play, making one or both of us beg for what we want by begging him to take something we know he wants.
“Fuck my ass, Sir. Please?”
“Oooh, my sweet boy, that’s a trade I’m happy to make.” Chrisclimbs off the bed and rounds it, pulling Kev off and they finish stripping each other. Kev ends up on his knees to spend a few minutes worshipping Chris’ cock while Chris grins at me.
“Look at my poor girl all horny and lonely,” he teases as he slowly face-fucks Kev. “We’ll be right with you.”
Chris lets him back up and Kev climbs on, sinking his cock deep inside me, my ankles on his shoulders.
He leans in and kisses me. I feel the bed dip and hear Kev grunt a moment later, followed by a loud moan muffled by our kiss.
I know what the sadist just did.
Said sadist peeks over Kev’s left shoulder and down at me. “Everyone ready to play?”
Kev lifts his head. “Yes, Sir!”
Kev starts to move, but he’s restricted by the sadist’s rhythm and struggles to get into a groove I can take advantageof.
But the sadist knows all the tricks. Before I can even hope to get close like this, which they both know is difficult for me even under perfect conditions in this way, Chris is already coming, and takes Kev with him.
I’m left bent like a pretzel and whimpering and watching Chris kiss Kev.
#sadpanda
I mean, not that I’m worried.
Finally, they get off me and leave the room to clean up.When they return a moment later, it’s Chris who shoves my thighs apart and shoulders in there, no hesitation as his lips and tongue take over and drive me to the edge.
Kev stretches out next to me, kissing me and playing with my nipples while Chris forces me over the edge.
“That’s it, girl,” Kev softly says. “Settle in, because Sir’s going to keep going untilhe’sready to stop.”
