That is, until Cupio pushes his fat cock inside of Ladybird, holding her dainty ankles over his shoulder.
It’s like watching two waves collapse against each other. It shouldn’t work, it should be a disaster, but it’s beautiful. They’re both in charge, but in their own right.
All it does is make my cock ache and I can’t help but to shift myself over the toy, needing more.
Ladybird’s feminine moans along with Cupio’s masculine grunts are sending me over the fucking edge.
But I’ve got to be good.
If there’s any chance that I can find myself between the two of them, I’m taking it. I don’t have a soul, at least I don’t think so, but if I did, I’d sell it for them to touch me right now.
“Fuck, you feel so good. So wet for me,” Cupio says and I can see the way Ladybird is dripping all over his cock.
“My clit,” Ladybird says, making Cupio pull out, and flip her over onto her stomach.
It’s clear Ladybird hasn’t been manhandled before, but is enjoying it all the same. I love watching her submit ever so slightly to the Head Cupid, just as much as I enjoy watching his muscles bulge with each movement.
Cupio wraps his forearm around her waist so he can strum her clit, before pushing back into her.
“Do you know how many times I’ve watched this ass walk away, wondering what it would look like in the air taking my cock?” Cupio says.
Ladybird and I groan at the same time.
Who knew the politician had such a filthy mouth?
“Come on, Birdie. Come for me. Our reaper wants to clean you up. Isn’t that right, baby?” Cupio says to me.
I nearly come on the spot, but throw my head back and breathe, attempting to not move against the toy. It’s the greatest achievement of my life as I hold back, not giving in to the sweet pet name or how sexy they look with each other.
Ladybird’s face is pressed against the blankets, but she looks like a goddess nonetheless.
“Right there,” she says, staring at me, but directing Cupio. “Harder. Fuck, just like that.”
Cupio’s large hand is splayed against her ass as he watches his dick funnel in and out of her.
“I’m going to fill this sweet pussy and our little reaper is going to lick it all up.”
I moan in anticipation and the filthy words send Ladybird over the edge as she fists the sheets. Their bodies make wet slapping sounds that are a sincere promise for what I’m about to do, and I can’t wait.
Cupio’s hips stutter and he leans forward, kissing Ladybird’s shoulder as he spills inside of her. They stay like that for a long moment. Ladybird catching her breath, and Cupio peppering kisses against her delicate, pink skin.
It’s at that very moment how real I realize this is.
This is it.
I belong to these two amazing, semi-dysfunctional cupids, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The ropes are digging into my skin, but not in a bad way. I feel secure and cared for, it’s like the ropes and plug are a reminder that I’m theirs, even when I’m not the one touching.
Cupio sighs. Kissing Ladybirds back one more time, before turning her over and grabbing her chin to kiss her.
“Can you take more?” he asks her, and she smiles wickedly, kissing him one more time before turning to me.
“Always,” she says like a promise.
Cupio pulls out, his cock dripping wet as he approaches me. He says nothing, just grabs the rope around my collarbone and kisses me like he owns me. I can taste Ladybird on his lips, and I hum in approval.
“Up,” he directs.
