orgasm.
“I’m cold,” Corey said.
Dylan smiled and let out a long slow breath before rolling off the bed. “Under the covers,” he said, pulling them back. Corey wriggled her way into the bed while he admired her cute little ass. Damn. Matt slid beneath the covers too, and Dylan climbed back into bed, pushing up against Corey’s warm softness. She giggled and moved between them. “What am I, the filling in a sandwich?” she said breathlessly, and Dylan figured out that Matt was pushing on her from the other side. He laughed.
“You bet your sweet little butt,” he said and he lifted up onto one elbow to kiss her. She kissed him back and then he let her turn to Matt and kiss him. That kiss lasted a little longer. With his fingertips Dylan pulled her face back to him and took her mouth again, letting the kiss ignite, opening her mouth with his. Fire started sliding through his veins again, settling in his groin. His dick twitched.
They took turns kissing her, him and Matt, longer, wetter kisses, and heat built like a bonfire in the bed, flaming higher and hotter. He stroked her body, exploring the smooth curve of waist and hip, the soft fullness of a breast, the plane of her tummy. Matt’s hand was on her too, doing the same, playing with her nipples until she started panting and her legs shifted restlessly on the bed. Dylan slipped a hand down over the tiny patch of light brown curls, then between her thighs, which parted for him. She pulsed against his palm and he cupped her there, so soft and warm. “Mmm,” he murmured, watching her tongue lick Matt’s. Holy hell , that was hot. He tightened his hand on her pussy and she pushed up into it. He felt the nub of her clit against his palm and knew she wanted more touch there. His long middle finger dipped into her folds. “Oh yeah. You’re so wet, Corey.”
“Well, duh.”
He grinned and nipped at her bottom lip, then gave her pussy a little tap. Her eyes flew open wide and he cupped her gently again, then used his fingers to part her folds and explore the luscious warmth there. Then he dragged one finger over her clit, and she quivered. “Yes,” she whispered and to his surprise, her fingers circled his wrist and held his hand there. “Yeah, right there.”
He rubbed over her clit, using her moisture, bent his head to suck one little nipple as Matt kissed her again.
“I love kissing,” she said on a soft sigh. “And I love…that.”
Her clit swelled and her thighs began to move and then she came against his hand, so sweetly, with a soft cry of pleasure, her hand tightening on his wrist.
“Nice,” he said, lifting his head. He kissed her cheek. “Very nice.”
“Oh yeah.”
“My turn to fuck you,” he said abruptly sitting up. “Okay?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
He slapped on a love glove and got between her legs before she was even done coming, and pushed into her pulsing pussy. Heat surrounded his dick, tight and slick. Ah goddamn, that felt good, so good, and he got lost in it, in the sensation coiling up inside him, the sound of Corey’s soft sighs and whimpers, her cries when he drove in really deep. “Like that?” he gritted out. “Like it hard?”
“Yes…yes…”
He got so lost in it his orgasm surprised him, slamming him like a rogue wave, and he held her thighs as heat pumped out of his dick. He groaned, long and heartfelt. And then he dragged his eyes open and saw Matt’s fingers at her pussy, touching her where he had moments ago, and then Corey came again, her pussy rippling around his still-hard cock. Damn! He should have been the one to do that.
He watched her pretty face, once again flushed pink, eyes squeezed closed, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip, felt her hips pushing up against him. So fucking hot.
He caught his breath and then slid out of her, holding the base of the condom. It was his turn to leave the room, and he hopped over to where he’d left his crutches. Without the walking boot, his foot
“I’m cold,” Corey said.
Dylan smiled and let out a long slow breath before rolling off the bed. “Under the covers,” he said, pulling them back. Corey wriggled her way into the bed while he admired her cute little ass. Damn. Matt slid beneath the covers too, and Dylan climbed back into bed, pushing up against Corey’s warm softness. She giggled and moved between them. “What am I, the filling in a sandwich?” she said breathlessly, and Dylan figured out that Matt was pushing on her from the other side. He laughed.
“You bet your sweet little butt,” he said and he lifted up onto one elbow to kiss her. She kissed him back and then he let her turn to Matt and kiss him. That kiss lasted a little longer. With his fingertips Dylan pulled her face back to him and took her mouth again, letting the kiss ignite, opening her mouth with his. Fire started sliding through his veins again, settling in his groin. His dick twitched.
They took turns kissing her, him and Matt, longer, wetter kisses, and heat built like a bonfire in the bed, flaming higher and hotter. He stroked her body, exploring the smooth curve of waist and hip, the soft fullness of a breast, the plane of her tummy. Matt’s hand was on her too, doing the same, playing with her nipples until she started panting and her legs shifted restlessly on the bed. Dylan slipped a hand down over the tiny patch of light brown curls, then between her thighs, which parted for him. She pulsed against his palm and he cupped her there, so soft and warm. “Mmm,” he murmured, watching her tongue lick Matt’s. Holy hell , that was hot. He tightened his hand on her pussy and she pushed up into it. He felt the nub of her clit against his palm and knew she wanted more touch there. His long middle finger dipped into her folds. “Oh yeah. You’re so wet, Corey.”
“Well, duh.”
He grinned and nipped at her bottom lip, then gave her pussy a little tap. Her eyes flew open wide and he cupped her gently again, then used his fingers to part her folds and explore the luscious warmth there. Then he dragged one finger over her clit, and she quivered. “Yes,” she whispered and to his surprise, her fingers circled his wrist and held his hand there. “Yeah, right there.”
He rubbed over her clit, using her moisture, bent his head to suck one little nipple as Matt kissed her again.
“I love kissing,” she said on a soft sigh. “And I love…that.”
Her clit swelled and her thighs began to move and then she came against his hand, so sweetly, with a soft cry of pleasure, her hand tightening on his wrist.
“Nice,” he said, lifting his head. He kissed her cheek. “Very nice.”
“Oh yeah.”
“My turn to fuck you,” he said abruptly sitting up. “Okay?”
“Mmm, yes, please.”
He slapped on a love glove and got between her legs before she was even done coming, and pushed into her pulsing pussy. Heat surrounded his dick, tight and slick. Ah goddamn, that felt good, so good, and he got lost in it, in the sensation coiling up inside him, the sound of Corey’s soft sighs and whimpers, her cries when he drove in really deep. “Like that?” he gritted out. “Like it hard?”
“Yes…yes…”
He got so lost in it his orgasm surprised him, slamming him like a rogue wave, and he held her thighs as heat pumped out of his dick. He groaned, long and heartfelt. And then he dragged his eyes open and saw Matt’s fingers at her pussy, touching her where he had moments ago, and then Corey came again, her pussy rippling around his still-hard cock. Damn! He should have been the one to do that.
He watched her pretty face, once again flushed pink, eyes squeezed closed, her top teeth sunk into her bottom lip, felt her hips pushing up against him. So fucking hot.
He caught his breath and then slid out of her, holding the base of the condom. It was his turn to leave the room, and he hopped over to where he’d left his crutches. Without the walking boot, his foot
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