Józsi.
Tasting tangy, musty arousal, Józsi sucked her love juices from her, swallowing every last drop. Flicking his tongue over her pussy again, he lapped and licked her into another orgasm.
Lukina bounced, falling forward, her body convulsing around his. Shaking violently, she came too, yelling out words in Hungarian Józsi didn’t know.
He came again, spilling his seed deep inside Lukina.
With cum dripping down her thighs, she fell forward, her body dead weight on top of his.
Ilona fell forward too, rolling off his face. She sat up slowly, moving so she laid on his other side.
All three were drenched in sweat, covered completely in someone’s come.
Lukina kissed Józsi’s face, licking Ilona’s juice from his mouth.
Ilona played with Józsi’s cock and brought her come slicked hand to her mouth. Tasting his salty juice, she smiled.
All three of them had exchanged body fluids, binding them together in the deepest manner possible in his world.
“Sleep,” he muttered and closed his eyes.
The world could be dealt with tomorrow.
Awakening slowly, Józsi's muscles ached but he didn't care. The scent of sex still mingled with his and added more sensations to the memory of lovemaking with Lukina and Ilona.
The two of them snuggled closer in their sleep, making it easier for his heart to win the fight between his logical self and emotional self.
The strain on his body was evident until Ilona took hold of his hand and started to heal him through use of energy transfer. He still moved slowly through the hall of the hotel but her energy seeped into him and calmed him, helping him to replace his furrowed eyebrows and tight expression with a lighter smile.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass, saw his damp and disheveled hair. The slight curl of his lips amused him.
In truth, his mood seemed softened too. The pressure in his shoulders seemed less too. And unlike earlier when he snapped at the innkeeper, he actually gave the old woman a charming smile, paid her and left with Lukina and Ilona each holding a hand.
Of course as they neared Budapest and Ferenc Lizt airport, Ilona's grip on his hand tightened. He searched her aura, sniffed the air, found fear. He glanced down at Ilona, her eyes wide and lips trembling. “What’s wrong?”
She turned her head from him. “I’ve never flown before.”
“This is easy. It’s a fourteen hour flight from Budapest. We stop in France for a layover and then on to Texas, where I call home.”
“You seem so sure of yourself. How many times have you done this?”
Did he tell them the truth? He'd been back several times the first four years he'd lived in Texas, just to see his lovers grow up and make sure they were safe on some level? He looked at her, searching her eyes. Sweeping his lips over hers in a chaste kiss, he tilted her chin back for another round before security interrupted them, ushering them through the line.
“Enough to know how to do this, drága. ” Darling.
“Okay.” She smiled weakly.
“Besides,” Lukina gave Ilona's hand a squeeze, “I’m here. And I have flown quite a lot.”
Ilona nodded slowly.
Onboard the plane, Józsi asked for wine and had glasses poured for all three of them. After the wine was finished, he asked for vodka drinks. After four rounds, Ilona was asleep, her head on his shoulder, long hair fallen in her face.
Lukina kept her hand in his.
The flight itself was long and without incident, thankfully. Józsi continued to keep tabs on the niggling feeling he had that they were being watched, making sure not to make any eye contact. More or less, he picked up the aura, and even in the controlled environment of the cabin, the scent of distrust, white hot pepper, lingered.
Despite needing to relieve himself, he never left his lovers sides, which brought out a realization.
It hadn't taken long but somehow in the midst of all this mess, Józsi felt the bond between the three of them begin to re-establish itself in his
Tasting tangy, musty arousal, Józsi sucked her love juices from her, swallowing every last drop. Flicking his tongue over her pussy again, he lapped and licked her into another orgasm.
Lukina bounced, falling forward, her body convulsing around his. Shaking violently, she came too, yelling out words in Hungarian Józsi didn’t know.
He came again, spilling his seed deep inside Lukina.
With cum dripping down her thighs, she fell forward, her body dead weight on top of his.
Ilona fell forward too, rolling off his face. She sat up slowly, moving so she laid on his other side.
All three were drenched in sweat, covered completely in someone’s come.
Lukina kissed Józsi’s face, licking Ilona’s juice from his mouth.
Ilona played with Józsi’s cock and brought her come slicked hand to her mouth. Tasting his salty juice, she smiled.
All three of them had exchanged body fluids, binding them together in the deepest manner possible in his world.
“Sleep,” he muttered and closed his eyes.
The world could be dealt with tomorrow.
Awakening slowly, Józsi's muscles ached but he didn't care. The scent of sex still mingled with his and added more sensations to the memory of lovemaking with Lukina and Ilona.
The two of them snuggled closer in their sleep, making it easier for his heart to win the fight between his logical self and emotional self.
The strain on his body was evident until Ilona took hold of his hand and started to heal him through use of energy transfer. He still moved slowly through the hall of the hotel but her energy seeped into him and calmed him, helping him to replace his furrowed eyebrows and tight expression with a lighter smile.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the glass, saw his damp and disheveled hair. The slight curl of his lips amused him.
In truth, his mood seemed softened too. The pressure in his shoulders seemed less too. And unlike earlier when he snapped at the innkeeper, he actually gave the old woman a charming smile, paid her and left with Lukina and Ilona each holding a hand.
Of course as they neared Budapest and Ferenc Lizt airport, Ilona's grip on his hand tightened. He searched her aura, sniffed the air, found fear. He glanced down at Ilona, her eyes wide and lips trembling. “What’s wrong?”
She turned her head from him. “I’ve never flown before.”
“This is easy. It’s a fourteen hour flight from Budapest. We stop in France for a layover and then on to Texas, where I call home.”
“You seem so sure of yourself. How many times have you done this?”
Did he tell them the truth? He'd been back several times the first four years he'd lived in Texas, just to see his lovers grow up and make sure they were safe on some level? He looked at her, searching her eyes. Sweeping his lips over hers in a chaste kiss, he tilted her chin back for another round before security interrupted them, ushering them through the line.
“Enough to know how to do this, drága. ” Darling.
“Okay.” She smiled weakly.
“Besides,” Lukina gave Ilona's hand a squeeze, “I’m here. And I have flown quite a lot.”
Ilona nodded slowly.
Onboard the plane, Józsi asked for wine and had glasses poured for all three of them. After the wine was finished, he asked for vodka drinks. After four rounds, Ilona was asleep, her head on his shoulder, long hair fallen in her face.
Lukina kept her hand in his.
The flight itself was long and without incident, thankfully. Józsi continued to keep tabs on the niggling feeling he had that they were being watched, making sure not to make any eye contact. More or less, he picked up the aura, and even in the controlled environment of the cabin, the scent of distrust, white hot pepper, lingered.
Despite needing to relieve himself, he never left his lovers sides, which brought out a realization.
It hadn't taken long but somehow in the midst of all this mess, Józsi felt the bond between the three of them begin to re-establish itself in his
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