I smile seductively. “Joining in, Killer.” I lick my lips, sliding in front of her.
Trikk and Razor step in behind her.
It's a tight squeeze, but we manage to all fit.
Reaching out for her chin, I tilt it upwards and capture her perfect lips with mine. She groans, deepening the kiss.
Sam makes a sound, then moves away from her touch. My hands have a bit of room now to run them over her breasts, and in between her legs. She’s fucking soaked for us.
“Frost, please,” Killer whimpers, biting her lip.
An intake of breath alerts me to what Razor is doing behind her. He's teasing her tight little asshole.
Trikk drops to his knees, shoving me over slightly. He widens her legs, then dives in and feasts on her glistening pussy.
“Oh my God, Trikk!” Killer yells.
I know for this to go any further, we need out of this bathroom.
I shove the curtain open, Sam reaching over to shut the water off. I climb out, grabbing a towel, and carry her straight to the bed, setting her down.
Making quick work of drying her as best as I can, I shove her softly backward.
I smirk, rolling my hips for her. She goes wild every time I do it. This time’s no different.
“Fuck, those liquid hips,” she mutters.
“Damn, bro, how do you even do that?” Trikk crosses his arms, studying me.
I just shake my head, crawling on top of her.
Now it’s my turn to taste her. I eat her out like a man starved.
Killer grips my hair, grinding into my face. “I’m going to come!” she shouts, then spasms, bucking wildly.
I sit back on my heels with a grin.
Everyone is on the bed now.
Killer looks between us breathlessly. “All four of you? How?”
She’s still so innocent in ways, which is endearing.
Before I can speak, Razor takes over.
Razor
I take this chance to lie down on my back, my pierced cock sticking straight up for my Fiasca.
“Climb on, sexy,” I instruct.
Fiasca happily scrambles onto me, slowly lowering her pussy to my cock. She brushes the tip, making us both cry out. I grasp the base of my cock, making sure it’s lined up for her. She slips downward, and I fill her completely.
She starts to move, making my breath come out in pants.
“Slow down, Fiasca. Lean forward onto my chest, okay?”
“Okay.” She does as I ask, and Sam moves behind her.
