I don’t have any problems with exploring things with her scent matches or even Izzy. I just think it’s funny that she answered.
“Are you on your way…fuck, Izzy…”
“Ah, what ishedoing?” I ask. “Turn on the video, Spitfire. I want to see.”
Deciding that watching porn in the middle of the police station parking lot is probably a bad idea, I climb into the SUV, glad my windows are tinted. Hitting the request for video, I hear a deep moan before Izzy comes onto the screen.
His tongue is lapping at Silva’s arousal, and her slick is dripping down his chin. His pupils are blown wide with desire, and it looks as if he’s sinking deeper into his heat.
“Are you making Silva feel good?” I ask, my voice deeper than usual. My cock is being very vocal at the moment, punching at my zipper.
“Yes. Get yourself off with us,” he insists. “Syrus, I wish you were here to see how pretty she is when she comes.”
My heart flip flops with his words, while my cock gets even harder. Biting my bottom lip, I turn on the car and lock the doors.
“Do you know where I am?” I ask, watching as he begins to finger fuck Silva. Her noises get louder as he twists and pushes against her g-spot, and I decide I don’t give a damn.
“Don’t…care,” he grunts, sucking hard on her clit.
“Izzy,” Silva wails, and I start to sweat. I suddenly hate that I came into work today. I want to be there with them.
Setting up the phone so he can see me, I open my pants and shove them down my hips until my cock is free. I also tear open my coat and lift my shirt so I can paint my abs when I come.
“The ball is in your court, Izzy,” I say darkly. “Are you going to push your cock in her pussy? I bet she’d love that. Pump her full of cum until she’s dripping with it. Or, use one of her toys.”
“Syrus! Fuck. Your mouth is so dirty. Why aren’t you here so I can sit on your face,” Silva pouts.
For a second, I worry that she might be going into heat, but she seemed fine this morning. She’d have told me too, right?
“I was on my way, but Izzy wants me to fist my cock first,” I say innocently. “What do you want, Spitfire?”
“Izzy, I want your cock again. You spilled all over my stomach last time, and I didn’t get to lick any of it up. Harlan had that pleasure.”
Jesus wept. These two are going to fucking kill me.
“Only if you fuck my ass,” Izzy groans.
The camera moves a bit, and I wonder how they’re going to manage that until the phone is set up so I can see them both. Silva has a knotted anal prostate toy in her hand, and I realize I have questions.
“Did you go toy shopping for Izzy, Spitfire?” I ask her as she sinks down on his thick cock. I can see that she’s planning to ride him in reverse cowgirl so that she can play with his ass.
Izzy spreads his legs wide, and I groan as I see that his asshole is dripping slick.
“I did,” she says, her body rosy with desire. She’s sweating slightly, her skin glowing as I wrap my hand around my cock. “Doesn’t he look gorgeous like this.”
“Yeah,” I say breathlessly, my palm rolling over my crown to spread the precum already leaking from my slit.
Silva begins to roll her hips slowly as she rides Izzy, and his hands squeeze her hips appreciatively. Leaning forward, she shows me the way the toy vibrates, making my jaw drop.
“Are you trying to kill him, gorgeous?” I ask.
“I can take whatever she has to give me,” Izzy says determinedly, lifting his legs off the bed to give me a perfect view of his hole.
“You two are going to give me a heart attack,” I complain, watching as Silva turns off the vibration before rolling the thick tip of the toy through Izzy’s slick.
“Silva,” Izzy growls.
It’s adorable, and not at all scary, but becomes a whine as Silva winks at me before pushing the toy into Izzy’s ass. Her hips begin to rise and fall as she leans forward, giving me a front row seat to her tits bouncing as she fucks and is fucked properly.
