No panties.
Mortem’s thumb starts moving on my thigh again as we watch her stand bare before us.
“Beautiful,” Mortem says.
“Best present I’ve ever seen unwrapped,” I say.
Candy doesn’t cover herself and pride fills me over how confident she’s been tonight. She’s a vision in pink, and I can’t help but be riveted by what’s going to happen in the next few minutes.
Candy walks over to the box and bends at the waist, showing us her rounded ass.
Fuck, I want to make her cheeks pinker, spread her wide and devour every bit of her. She brings everything over, placing it on Mortem’s lap.
“You know, it seems wholly unfair that I haven’t gotten a kiss yet,” I complain.
Candy smiles, placing her hands on my shoulders. I expect her to lean in and kiss me, but nothing with Candy is as it seems.
“Earn it,” she says, kissing my cheek and pulling back.
I groan, but I have no other choice than to fist my cock at the base, squeezing near pain so I don’t make a fool of myself by coming on the spot.
“Which toy will you use to give yourself—and us—immense pleasure?” Mortem says, not even moving an inch with the toys on his lap.
“The flower,” Candy says.
“Ah, the Amaryllis. Fitting, don’t you think? A symbol of strength, love, beauty, and determination,” Mortem responds.
Candy reaches for the toy on Mortem’s lap, but he grabs her wrist, pulling her closer to both of us.
“Are you already wet, little cupid? Or should we put Krampus on his knees again?”
I groan. Fuck, I wanna be used by both of them.
“See for yourself,” she says, making Mortem’s lip twitch.
He lets go of her wrist, his hand going to her hip before cupping her pussy. His long fingers graze against her swollen pink lips, and she whimpers.
“Your cunt is nearly dripping on my hand. What has you so turned on, sweetness?” he asks, gliding his fingers back and forth over her clit. “Knowing how badly we want to watch you touch this cute little pussy, or how badly you want to watch Krampus and me touch each other?”
“Both,” she rasps out, tightening her grip on his shoulder.
“You’re so pretty when you’re honest. Tell me, do you think our little glutton for punishment over here deserves lube? Or should I just use whatever sweet wetness drips out of you?”
“Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing the base of my cock and balls and squeezing even harder.
“You’d like that?” Candy asks me, and I nod in earnest.
“Oh, sweet sunshiny Krampus over here is into it,” Mortem says.
Damn, am I that transparent?
Candy licks her lips. Mortem is barely even moving his fingers at this point, but she doesn’t protest, just accepts any touch he gives her.
She reaches forward on Mortem’s lap and grabs the two pairs of wreath shaped nipple clamps.
“Krampus, baby, how do you feel about matching?” Candy asks.
Mortem smiles. He doesn’t remove his hand from her pussy as she leans over, her tits swaying, and places the clamp on my left nipple before she tightens it.
