mouth. He toyed
with the other one, tweaking and twirling the nipple. She writhed into the
sensation, humping her pelvis into him. A sharp slap to her thigh warned her.
It fired her up all the more. Royce fisted her skirt and yanked it to her
waist, then shoved his hand into her pantyhose. She cried out when his fingers
reached her aching clit. Then Well Hung switched breasts. She thrashed between
the two men, riding Royce’s hand and Well Hung’s mouth. Orgasm burst from her
with no warning. Her muscles turned to water in the aftermath.
“Oh wow.” She sighed.
“Good girl.” Royce kissed her temple.
In the fog pleasure left in her head, Jill realized Royce
moved her toward the van. Well Hung slid the side door open. New-car smell
wafted out.
“Aww, you had the van detailed!” Jill cursed the rush of
words.
Both men stared at her as if they couldn’t believe she’d
shattered the mood. Jill couldn’t believe it herself and considered taking that
willow switch to her own backside for the lapse.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and refocused her attention to the gray
interior. It smells like new car again!
A glimpse revealed both backseats were flattened into a
makeshift bed. Red satin draped it. Well Hung crouched inside. He looked like a
giant cramped in the space. Nevertheless, he helped her in, then pressed her
down onto the bed. Her back barely hit the cushion before he had her skirt
undone and slithering down her legs. He slung it aside and reached for her
pantyhose. Hot hands peeled hose and panties down her legs. Warm breath set
fire to her skin. Jill waited for his lips to follow the path of the clothing.
The tongue that would wander upward to her dripping pussy. Much to her
frustration, that never came.
“Here, let me.” Royce stood by her head at the open back
hatch. He palmed her breasts, kneading the aching flesh hard while he rolled
her nipples beneath his hands.
Well Hung grabbed her ankles, then spread her legs wide.
“He’s going to fuck you now,” Royce said. “And you’re going
to take your fucking like a good girl.”
Kneeling inside, Royce caught her arm, kissed her palm, then
snapped a soft leather cuff around her wrist. God only knew where he tied the
end of the strap. Jill willingly offered her other wrist. Would those straps be
used on her backside later? She hoped so. He secured her wrist, then snapped
both cuffs together and drew them above her head. Another click kept them there.
“Your legs will remain unbound,” he told her. “No sense
restricting a good fuck.”
Jill licked her lips. Royce grunted and ground his mouth
over them, thrashing his tongue with hers until he pulled away, breathless.
She smiled at her small victory. “How hard is your dick
right now?”
“Damn hard. You know how much I enjoy warming your ass,
watching you get off while someone else goes at you.” He pinched her nipple and
stepped away.
The van bounced with Well Hung’s weight. He knelt between
her feet now, naked lust with a cock made for fucking. Why he didn’t have a
string of women after him always mystified her. Or maybe he did and kept it
private, like he did his relationship with her and Royce.
Focus.
Well Hung rolled a condom in place with one hand while the other
massaged his heavy balls. Dark hair swept from his chest downward—a playground
all its own. He lifted her knees as he crawled between her legs, then pulled
her legs up.
“Oh please…no,” she said. “You’re too big and I—” A groan
cut off her halfhearted protest. A slow thrust spread her vagina to the max.
Jill dug her heels into his lower back.
“Complain again and that cock will be up your ass.” Royce
knelt beside Well Hung now, slowly stroking a cock ready for action. His black
satin pajamas had been pushed down only as far as necessary. The elastic was
tucked behind his smooth balls, putting his genitals on display. In some corner
of her mind, Jill wondered why he wore a condom. Then Well Hung flipped
with the other one, tweaking and twirling the nipple. She writhed into the
sensation, humping her pelvis into him. A sharp slap to her thigh warned her.
It fired her up all the more. Royce fisted her skirt and yanked it to her
waist, then shoved his hand into her pantyhose. She cried out when his fingers
reached her aching clit. Then Well Hung switched breasts. She thrashed between
the two men, riding Royce’s hand and Well Hung’s mouth. Orgasm burst from her
with no warning. Her muscles turned to water in the aftermath.
“Oh wow.” She sighed.
“Good girl.” Royce kissed her temple.
In the fog pleasure left in her head, Jill realized Royce
moved her toward the van. Well Hung slid the side door open. New-car smell
wafted out.
“Aww, you had the van detailed!” Jill cursed the rush of
words.
Both men stared at her as if they couldn’t believe she’d
shattered the mood. Jill couldn’t believe it herself and considered taking that
willow switch to her own backside for the lapse.
“Sorry,” she mumbled and refocused her attention to the gray
interior. It smells like new car again!
A glimpse revealed both backseats were flattened into a
makeshift bed. Red satin draped it. Well Hung crouched inside. He looked like a
giant cramped in the space. Nevertheless, he helped her in, then pressed her
down onto the bed. Her back barely hit the cushion before he had her skirt
undone and slithering down her legs. He slung it aside and reached for her
pantyhose. Hot hands peeled hose and panties down her legs. Warm breath set
fire to her skin. Jill waited for his lips to follow the path of the clothing.
The tongue that would wander upward to her dripping pussy. Much to her
frustration, that never came.
“Here, let me.” Royce stood by her head at the open back
hatch. He palmed her breasts, kneading the aching flesh hard while he rolled
her nipples beneath his hands.
Well Hung grabbed her ankles, then spread her legs wide.
“He’s going to fuck you now,” Royce said. “And you’re going
to take your fucking like a good girl.”
Kneeling inside, Royce caught her arm, kissed her palm, then
snapped a soft leather cuff around her wrist. God only knew where he tied the
end of the strap. Jill willingly offered her other wrist. Would those straps be
used on her backside later? She hoped so. He secured her wrist, then snapped
both cuffs together and drew them above her head. Another click kept them there.
“Your legs will remain unbound,” he told her. “No sense
restricting a good fuck.”
Jill licked her lips. Royce grunted and ground his mouth
over them, thrashing his tongue with hers until he pulled away, breathless.
She smiled at her small victory. “How hard is your dick
right now?”
“Damn hard. You know how much I enjoy warming your ass,
watching you get off while someone else goes at you.” He pinched her nipple and
stepped away.
The van bounced with Well Hung’s weight. He knelt between
her feet now, naked lust with a cock made for fucking. Why he didn’t have a
string of women after him always mystified her. Or maybe he did and kept it
private, like he did his relationship with her and Royce.
Focus.
Well Hung rolled a condom in place with one hand while the other
massaged his heavy balls. Dark hair swept from his chest downward—a playground
all its own. He lifted her knees as he crawled between her legs, then pulled
her legs up.
“Oh please…no,” she said. “You’re too big and I—” A groan
cut off her halfhearted protest. A slow thrust spread her vagina to the max.
Jill dug her heels into his lower back.
“Complain again and that cock will be up your ass.” Royce
knelt beside Well Hung now, slowly stroking a cock ready for action. His black
satin pajamas had been pushed down only as far as necessary. The elastic was
tucked behind his smooth balls, putting his genitals on display. In some corner
of her mind, Jill wondered why he wore a condom. Then Well Hung flipped
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