Blast-sisted Living Threeway

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 Jay Crew and his pervy old bud are clowning around and competing for the attention of their day nurse, Gia Derza. Little does Jay realize, his hot and horny fuck buddy, Katie Morgan, is creeping in to give him some afternoon delight. Irritated by their handsy friend, they dump the geezer into a closet and fuck in peace. When they hear Gia coming, Katie pretends to be Jay’s companion. Gia is too distracted by Jays raging hard on to notice Katie hiding in plain sight. Katie likes watching but if you have her man’s cock, you’ve got to eat her pussy too! So, she throws herself in the mix, and it’s a threesome!

Blast-sisted Living Threeway.

Dark is good; dark is liberating. slut can be herself in the dark, because the real world can’t intrude. he can give in to the sensations…

She can submit.

In her dream, she embraces it: four senses enhanced to an exquisite, sharp peak.

Smell…clean linen, the salty tang of sweat and lust. Her light, floral perfume with hints of magnolia, melding with His woody scent, creating something unique to them.

Taste…she can’t define it. It tastes like wanting, like needing.

Hearing…her breath. Gasping, panting, moaning. And beyond that, His voice. Murmuring, soothing, encouraging. Persuading, praising…bringing her to the edge and holding her back. Counting. She loves the counting.

And touch. God, the touch. He starts by Blast-sisted Living Threeway her as He wants her. In her dream she can already feel the demanding caress of the ties at her wrists, stroking like petals, the stretch in her arms above her head. She tests the darkness and it’s absolute…just as she needs it.

As He moves her, shifts her, arranges her as His living artwork, His hands are strong and sure and warm and gentle. Dreamily, she sighs and relaxes into His touch, even as her skin tingles and her mind thrums with anticipation.

“Good girl,” He murmurs, and she needs to hear that so much.

Wrists bound together and secured to the headboard above her, eyes covered, she hears the rustle of bed linen. His hands are at her hips now, lifting, as He slips a pillow beneath her.

In her dream, His warm fingers slide from her feet and ankles, up her calves, to her thighs.

“Open for me,” He commands, barely more than a whisper, and her legs part obediently.

“Good girl.”

She moans, and shifts her hips restlessly, feeling her desire build. the bitch knows she’s wet. She can feel it. Her clitoris is throbbing and her cunt is clenching and He’s barely touched her. She wants to open for him, like a flower.

“You’re so wet for me, Blast-sisted Living Threeway?”

His voice is understanding but there’s a hint of tease in there. She lifts her hips pleadingly, but His hands are there, holding her.

“No. Be still for me. Wait.”

She needs this, this control. In the darkness of her head in her dream, she submits, and stills.

Agonisingly slowly, His fingers trail across from her hips, over her pelvis, down across the fronts of her thighs, and towards her labia. It takes everything she has not to shift further towards Him. He can hear it in her breath.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well. Good girls are rewarded.”

She moans, “Please…”

“Wait,” He murmurs. “I know what you need.”

His fingers trail over her the petals of her dripping Blast-sisted Living Threeway, slipping between them. His thumb delicately brushes the very tip of her swollen, tingling clitoris, and she jerks. That one, tiny touch sends her spiralling, gasping, and it takes her a few seconds to realise He’s talking her back down.