she had rinsed her entire body, he put his soapy hands on her shoulders to start. He caressed her from head to toes with copious amounts of suds, massaging her skin with each application. Completely covered in bubbles, Tessa laughed as he embraced her and rubbed his body against hers, coating the front half of himself in soap.
“This will save time. Then you can wash my back,” he murmured. His hard cock slid along her belly. The film of soap helped guide it back and forth. Tessa wanted it inside her body. She grasped his roving cock in one hand, halting its progress. Squeezing the head made Dell’s eyes drift shut and a smile shape his lips.
From across the room, Zachary watched. Tessa caught his rapacious gaze as she pumped Dell’s cock in her hand. She ran her hand up and down the length slowly. Zachary’s cock, already very erect, bobbed once as if reaching out for her to touch him as well. Instead of joining them in the shower, Zachary took hold of his own cock and held her gaze as he stroked himself. Legs open wide, cock rising well out of the nest of dark hair at his groin, Zachary pumped his hand along his shaft with even strokes and watched the shower stall intently.
The erotic sight sent tendrils of arousal snaking down her body. She’d never watched a man stroke himself before. She tightened her grip on Dell’s cock and matched her stroke to Zachary’s. Up and down, the hypnotic rhythm spun her into a tighter coil of desire.
Dell groaned and braced one arm against the tile wall of the shower. “You are making me hot and bothered. And if you don’t stop it, I’m going to decorate your belly with my appreciation.”
Tessa didn’t look up at Dell but smiled at his declaration. Hot, steamy water cascaded down her back as her palm slid easily along Dell’s stiffened, pulsing cock, and all the while, she watched as Zachary mimicked her actions.
When Dell gasped and pushed his cock into her hand, she finally broke the steady gaze with Zachary, looked up into Dell’s lust-filled eyes, and said, “Decorate away.”
She squeezed harder, barely allowing his firm cock to thrust between her slick, gripped fingers.
“Jesus,” he whispered and released with a growl. He sprayed cum across her belly and all the way up to her breasts.
Tessa turned her gaze to Zachary. He gripped his own cock, the muscle in his forearm bulging with effort and veins rose at his exertion. With a final thrust into his hand, he also came and decorated his abs with his own orgasm.
Watching them climax from manual stimulation was one item in a long line of sexual activities she never expected to participate in or so thoroughly enjoy.
They ordered room service, and her men flipped a coin to see who had to get dressed and answer the door when the waiter arrived. After she’d finished her burger, Tessa leaned forward to gather some ketchup on her last delicious french fry. The lower curve of one breast brushed the edge of the table. Her core tightened in desire.
Dell and Zachary, having already finished their meal, watched her carefully as she chewed slowly.
Zachary reached out and rubbed her nipple. It came to pert attention and her pussy clenched once more. “What would you think about ice cream for dessert?” he asked.
“I love ice cream.”
“What about chocolate sundaes with whipped cream?”
“Even better.” She was full from dinner but wasn’t sure they were still talking about food.
They exchanged an amused look.
“What’s so funny?”
“We were thinking of eating the chocolate sauce and whipped cream off of your body.” Zachary pinched her nipple again. Her eyes drifted closed as the visual of them licking dessert from her body penetrated her imagination. She couldn’t wait.
“Sounds like a great idea, but when do I get to eat?”
Dell leaned closer and smiled. “Don’t you worry, honey. We’ll take turns feeding you.”
“Do you have cherries to put on top? It isn’t really a sundae without
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