She has a truly spectacular body. Herbreasts are a bit smaller than Rosalyn's, yet still quite lush and full, with tight, dusky nipples. She's all long, lean limbs, a bit on the athletic side, without Rosalyn's rounded curves. More like me, but with those gorgeous breasts. I find I can hardly wait to touch her.
I lean in and run my tongue between those lovely, fleshy mounds, following with my hands. I pause to tweak her nipples, hard. She likes things a little rough, and I am all too happy to oblige. She reaches up and grabs my breasts in her hands, squeezes my nipples until I wince, making Zayed and Rosalyn laugh.
I grin at Regan. “Oh, you're in trouble now,” I tell her, hearing Zayed chuckle.
“You must punish her now, Val,” he tells me.
Straddling Regan's body, I sit back on my knees, watching her face. Her green eyes are absolutely glowing.
“As you wish, Zayed,” I say, turning to smile at him over my shoulder.
Reaching for Regan's breasts again, I squeeze them in my palms roughly. She's squirming beneath me, but I know it's all show. She's smiling, and her nipples have gone dark and hard as two large pebbles. I grind my naked sex against hers, feel the slick heat that is as much hers as it is my own. Oh, yes, she loves this, the rough play. So do I.
“With your beautiful mouth, Val,” Zayed instructs me.
Shifting once more, I lay my body over Regan's, skin to skin, breasts to breasts, and she lets out a groan. She is every bit as hot as I am; I can feel the need coming off her body in undulating waves. I feel it as though it is my own, and it is.
Sliding down, inch by inch, I trail my tongue between her breasts, over her rib cage, her taut belly, until I am at the apex of her thighs.
Her sex is mostly shaved, nearly as naked as my own, with just a narrow strip of silky blond hair in the center. Her lips are pink and swollen, glistening with her juices. My own sex clenches in response as I bend to my task.
First a gentle blowing as she spreads her thighs for me, wider and wider, opening herself to me, and to Zayed's view. A quick glance at him and I see Rosalyn is perched on the arm of his chair, naked, her hand working in his lap. Good girl. Our poor Zayed has an erection issue and it can take him a very long time to get off, if he is able to at all. But I think we will be able to take him there tonight.
I turn back to Regan. Inadvertently, my pause has been a tease for her. But I like to torture her a little.
I blow on her flesh again, and she squirms. I smile before letting my tongue dart out. Just one small taste before I pull back.
“Oh, come on, Val. Don't torture me.”
More laughter from Zayed, but that husky edge is there in his voice. Oh, yes, he's as turned on as we are.
Using my fingers, I pinch her pussy lips together, then begin to tug on them, hard. She groans, and I pinch harder, until I know it really hurts. I also know how much she loves this. She's drenched, her juices soaking the pure white coverlet beneath us. I bend my head and lick her slit, one long, torturous stroke, pinching still. She groans louder. And my own sex is full, needy. Needing to come again.
I really go to work then, pinching the lips of her wet sex, lapping at her clit with my tongue, hard and fast. Soon she is moaning, panting, writhing.
“God, Val, make me come. Yes, that's it. Make it hurt. Make me come. Oh!”
I plunge three fingers deep inside her, still pinching oneside of her swollen labia and sucking hard on her clit now, imagining that hardened nub of flesh is Joshua's cock in my mouth.
Oh, yes …
And I can almost come myself, just from this: Regan's hard little clit in my mouth, her moans, imagining the smooth flesh of Joshua's cock, his come spurting down my throat like liquid pearls …
I feel a hand between my legs suddenly, and as Regan comes, Zayed pries me open with his strong fingers, pulling on my clit expertly. My body explodes as Regan and I shatter together, fireworks going off
I lean in and run my tongue between those lovely, fleshy mounds, following with my hands. I pause to tweak her nipples, hard. She likes things a little rough, and I am all too happy to oblige. She reaches up and grabs my breasts in her hands, squeezes my nipples until I wince, making Zayed and Rosalyn laugh.
I grin at Regan. “Oh, you're in trouble now,” I tell her, hearing Zayed chuckle.
“You must punish her now, Val,” he tells me.
Straddling Regan's body, I sit back on my knees, watching her face. Her green eyes are absolutely glowing.
“As you wish, Zayed,” I say, turning to smile at him over my shoulder.
Reaching for Regan's breasts again, I squeeze them in my palms roughly. She's squirming beneath me, but I know it's all show. She's smiling, and her nipples have gone dark and hard as two large pebbles. I grind my naked sex against hers, feel the slick heat that is as much hers as it is my own. Oh, yes, she loves this, the rough play. So do I.
“With your beautiful mouth, Val,” Zayed instructs me.
Shifting once more, I lay my body over Regan's, skin to skin, breasts to breasts, and she lets out a groan. She is every bit as hot as I am; I can feel the need coming off her body in undulating waves. I feel it as though it is my own, and it is.
Sliding down, inch by inch, I trail my tongue between her breasts, over her rib cage, her taut belly, until I am at the apex of her thighs.
Her sex is mostly shaved, nearly as naked as my own, with just a narrow strip of silky blond hair in the center. Her lips are pink and swollen, glistening with her juices. My own sex clenches in response as I bend to my task.
First a gentle blowing as she spreads her thighs for me, wider and wider, opening herself to me, and to Zayed's view. A quick glance at him and I see Rosalyn is perched on the arm of his chair, naked, her hand working in his lap. Good girl. Our poor Zayed has an erection issue and it can take him a very long time to get off, if he is able to at all. But I think we will be able to take him there tonight.
I turn back to Regan. Inadvertently, my pause has been a tease for her. But I like to torture her a little.
I blow on her flesh again, and she squirms. I smile before letting my tongue dart out. Just one small taste before I pull back.
“Oh, come on, Val. Don't torture me.”
More laughter from Zayed, but that husky edge is there in his voice. Oh, yes, he's as turned on as we are.
Using my fingers, I pinch her pussy lips together, then begin to tug on them, hard. She groans, and I pinch harder, until I know it really hurts. I also know how much she loves this. She's drenched, her juices soaking the pure white coverlet beneath us. I bend my head and lick her slit, one long, torturous stroke, pinching still. She groans louder. And my own sex is full, needy. Needing to come again.
I really go to work then, pinching the lips of her wet sex, lapping at her clit with my tongue, hard and fast. Soon she is moaning, panting, writhing.
“God, Val, make me come. Yes, that's it. Make it hurt. Make me come. Oh!”
I plunge three fingers deep inside her, still pinching oneside of her swollen labia and sucking hard on her clit now, imagining that hardened nub of flesh is Joshua's cock in my mouth.
Oh, yes …
And I can almost come myself, just from this: Regan's hard little clit in my mouth, her moans, imagining the smooth flesh of Joshua's cock, his come spurting down my throat like liquid pearls …
I feel a hand between my legs suddenly, and as Regan comes, Zayed pries me open with his strong fingers, pulling on my clit expertly. My body explodes as Regan and I shatter together, fireworks going off
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