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nash
“Boys,we don’t have time for this,” Iris groaned, as she leaned her head to the side, giving me better access to kiss her neck.
“We have plenty of time,” Beau walked up to us, grabbing Iris by the chin. “We have at least an hour, but we can make it quick.”
“With how ravenous you guys have been there's no such thing as quick,” Iris mewled.
“What do you expect when you wear something like this?” I nipped her neck grabbing her breasts. “You don’t look like you want us to stop.”
Iris’ breath hitched as Beau trailed his fingers down her stomach, sliding them into her thong.
“I’m just wearing a bra and panties,” she moaned, pushing her ass against me.
“This isn’t just a bra and panties,” Beau murmured against her lips. “It’s white lace and these thigh-highs should be fucking illegal with how good they look on you. I won’t be able to think straight during this wedding.”
“So, it’s best if we have you before and after the wedding,” I groaned, watching Beau get on his knees for us.
“We don’t need this thong getting soaked.” Beau slipped off her underwear, kissing her pussy.
I lifted her leg to give him better access; it reminded me of the day I walked in on them at the bar in this exact position. How things had changed and I was so fucking glad they had.
Beau looked up at us as he licked her pussy, moaning as he devoured her.
“Fuck.” Iris ground against his face, my cock straining against my boxer briefs as I thrusted into her, needing relief.
I kissed her neck, palming her breasts as I pinched one of her nipples.
“Right there, Beau,” Iris groaned, running her hands through his hair. “He feels so good, husband.”
“Beau, make my wife come,” I growled.
“Oh no, I have different plans for her,” Beau said, getting up, kissing Iris first and then me.
I sucked on the bottom of his lip, tasting Iris on him, making me even more needy.
“On the bed, lay down on your back, Nash,” Beau commanded.
“Or what?” I taunted.
Iris turned around, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes.
“Be a good boy and get on the bed for us,” Iris purred.
I nodded dumbly, doing what she asked without question.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I lay back.
“You’re such a good listener, Cowboy.” Beau praised me.
My body came more alive with the praise. I guess you could say I was fucking preening.
Beau and Iris climbed onto the bed in perfect sync. One on either side of me leaning over my hard cock as they reached for each other kissing softly and slowly. Beau grabbed Iris’ breast, kneading it, plucking her nipple, earning a gasp. I rubbed my hand over my cock enjoying the view.
Iris slapped my hand away from my cock. “Nuh-uh,” she tsked. “You wait until we are ready for you.”
I growled, reaching for her, but she anticipated me, moving out of reach. Beau lightly ran his hand over my cock, and I thrusted up for more friction.
