For a moment,I think Lex is going to do what he said and go down on Vani, even though she’s leaking his twin’s cum, but he doesn’t. I guess even the twins have their limits.
Instead, he picks up a small, bullet vibrator from the selection of toys on the bed and turns it on, holding it against her clit.
“Oh, no, too much,” Vani objects.
She goes to close her legs, so I hold them open, smirking at Lex.
He knows that I mean for him to carry on, so he does, and soon Vani’s squirming and objections turn into her legs trembling and soft, broken mewls peeling from between her lips.
She’s a very sexual woman, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her quite this turned on. Maybe we need to pump her clit regularly?
I might have to get one for her entire pussy.
Jesus, I need to fuck her. I grab my cock and rub the end, collecting the pre-cum and smearing it over my piercing. My legs tremble a little with the level of arousal I’m feeling.
“Find the lube, Saint,” Lex demands.
His twin does as he’s asked, sated and compliant, for now. He throws the lube to Lex, who stops playing with the vibe against Vani’s clit and turns her over, ass in the air. He flicks open the cap of the lube and dribbles some over her hole. Then he uses his fingers to slide it inside her and stretch her open. The little gasps and noises she’s making at the feel of his fingers inside her back hole make me even harder.
“I’m going to fuck your ass now, Princess,” Lex growls, “and Zane will take this swollen, needy pussy, okay?”
She nods and glances back at Lex, her eyes shiny with unshed tears of desire.
God, I love when she gets so fucking needy she cries.
“Good girl. We’ve got you.”
Lex soothes her by running a hand down her back. He grabs his cock with his other hand and lines it up with her asshole. He pushes in, breaching her tight hole. Vani squeaks and trembles at the intrusion, and I watch in fascination as her body adjusts to accommodate him.
Quickly getting undressed, I walk around the bed and climb on, to slide in underneath where Vani is on her hands and knees. Once Lex is fully inside her, I hold my aching cock up so she can seat herself slowly on me. She’s dripping with a mixture of Saint’s cum and her own arousal, and it makes slipping inside her easy, even though I’m huge and she’s already got another man’s dick inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she groans.
Vani’s skin pebbles with goosebumps as she carefully slides down my cock, and her nipples go from soft and crinkly to erect in seconds. She’s so turned on by this it makes me shiver in arousal, too.
Her eyes slip shut, her lips parting. “I’m so full with you both.”
“Fuck,” Lex groans as my cock brushes against his through the thin layer of skin. I wonder if he can feel my piercings. “You take us both so well. You’re so fucking perfect for us.”
Lex and his praise. And Saint and his degradation. What an odd pair they are in many ways, but in others they complement each other perfectly.
Soon, Lex and I are moving in a rhythm inside Vani, and she’s so tight, and so wet it’s perfection. I don’t need to touch her clit because she’s already panting and moaning, and I know she’s going to come soon.
That’s fine by me, because I can’t hold off for much longer. The tension I felt on the flight left me keyed up, and then seeing her clit all swollen and puffy made me so horny I felt like I was a teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time.
“God, not going to last,” Lex grinds out.
“I’m going to come. Don’t change your rhythm,” Vani demands. “Fuck, yes, like that. Yes, shit. Oh, my god. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
She strangles my cock as she comes so hard her entire chest, throat, and face mottle with red blotches from her orgasm.
I let out a silent shout of my own as I release into her, pumping jet after jet inside her, my cum joining Saint’s. Lex’s cock jerks against mine, and he finds his own release, too, as he moans out his pleasure.
When we all finally come down, we’re a sticky, cum covered mess.
Vani giggles. “Okay, Saint, I forgive you.”
He snorts from where he’s sitting on a black leather chair in the corner, watching the show. “Of course, you do.”
