Daphne asked.
Hank held out his hand, and Daphne walked slowly to him, letting go of Cyn’s hand. Cyn followed her to the end of the bed, watching as Daphne took Hank’s hand and then slid up on the bed facing him.
Daphne said, “I’m not going to see you after this, am I. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it is dangerous.”
“Sometimes things work out, and I’m hoping that what I have planned will work. But yes, it is very possible that this will be the last time we ever see each other, at least for a very long time,” Hank agreed.
“There’s so much I want to say. It’s all boggled up in my mind. I don’t know where to start,” Daphne told him.
“Why don’t we start with a kiss,” Hank suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good place to start,” Daphne agreed.
Cyn watched the two people she loved most in the world kiss, waiting for the pangs of jealously that never came. Daphne was tentative, shy, when they began, but soon she had her arms around Hank’s neck and her body pressed against his. Hank’s hands rubbed her long legs and cupped her tight little ass. Cyn felt sensations watching him do this. She felt what it was like to have him cup her ass in those strong hands, and the feeling of Daphne’s ass cupped in her own hand. The arousal she felt from this warmed her pussy with radiating heat.
They continued to kiss and fondle. Daphne was pressing her breasts, which were rounder than Cyn’s teardrops, into Hank’s chest while making happy noises in her throat. Cyn came onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet back, revealing Hank’s cock. She watched as it grew harder. She crawled toward it on hands and knees, and then took it in her mouth. She curled up alongside his long legs and began to stroke and suck him.
The mood felt sensuous and seductive to Cynthia. Passion was rising, but so was intimacy. She sucked Hank’s cock with long, lovingly deep strokes while listening to Daphne’s pleasure growing.
When Daphne moaned and cried, “Oh Hank,” she glanced over and found that Hank had his hand down between her thighs. Cyn moaned a little, knowing how those fingers felt with they moved inside her and stretched her open.
Daphne was now draped across Hank with her arms loosely around Hank’s neck to hold her up. “I’m so hot, Hank. You’re going to make me come.” She spread her thighs apart a little more and pressed her face against Hank’s chest, snuggling. “Oh yes, just like that, Hank. Please, just like that. Yes, I’m going to come. I’m going to, oh, oh yes, I’m coming, Hank!”
Daphne’s body arched, her breast lifting toward the ceiling, her head bending back toward the bed. Hank’s left arm caught her across the back as she lost her grip on him during her throes of pleasure. Her thighs quivered and shook, and her toes were bent back and splayed.
Hank lifted her body and took her breast into his mouth, suckling her firm, round breast, and Cyn could see his arm fucking his hand into her faster and faster.
“Again!? You want me to come again?” Daphne cried with a voice that was helpless and vulnerable, and yet very sexy and eager.
Cyn continued to suck on Hank’s cock, but she was mesmerized by the display in front of her. Her own pussy was aching with empathetic passion. Daphne’s head was back up, her abs were clutching, and her eyes were on Hank’s hand as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his forearm, her own arm flexing as she tried to slow him down, but Cyn could have told her that Hank was way too strong to make him stop if he didn’t want to.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Daphne panted as her body began to tremble. She made a greater effort at pulling at his arm, but then her body began to arch again. “Oh, Hank, Hank, oh, I’m coming,” she whimpered, and then she was lost to the throes of another climax,
Hank held out his hand, and Daphne walked slowly to him, letting go of Cyn’s hand. Cyn followed her to the end of the bed, watching as Daphne took Hank’s hand and then slid up on the bed facing him.
Daphne said, “I’m not going to see you after this, am I. Tomorrow is the big day. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it is dangerous.”
“Sometimes things work out, and I’m hoping that what I have planned will work. But yes, it is very possible that this will be the last time we ever see each other, at least for a very long time,” Hank agreed.
“There’s so much I want to say. It’s all boggled up in my mind. I don’t know where to start,” Daphne told him.
“Why don’t we start with a kiss,” Hank suggested.
“Yes, that’s a good place to start,” Daphne agreed.
Cyn watched the two people she loved most in the world kiss, waiting for the pangs of jealously that never came. Daphne was tentative, shy, when they began, but soon she had her arms around Hank’s neck and her body pressed against his. Hank’s hands rubbed her long legs and cupped her tight little ass. Cyn felt sensations watching him do this. She felt what it was like to have him cup her ass in those strong hands, and the feeling of Daphne’s ass cupped in her own hand. The arousal she felt from this warmed her pussy with radiating heat.
They continued to kiss and fondle. Daphne was pressing her breasts, which were rounder than Cyn’s teardrops, into Hank’s chest while making happy noises in her throat. Cyn came onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheet back, revealing Hank’s cock. She watched as it grew harder. She crawled toward it on hands and knees, and then took it in her mouth. She curled up alongside his long legs and began to stroke and suck him.
The mood felt sensuous and seductive to Cynthia. Passion was rising, but so was intimacy. She sucked Hank’s cock with long, lovingly deep strokes while listening to Daphne’s pleasure growing.
When Daphne moaned and cried, “Oh Hank,” she glanced over and found that Hank had his hand down between her thighs. Cyn moaned a little, knowing how those fingers felt with they moved inside her and stretched her open.
Daphne was now draped across Hank with her arms loosely around Hank’s neck to hold her up. “I’m so hot, Hank. You’re going to make me come.” She spread her thighs apart a little more and pressed her face against Hank’s chest, snuggling. “Oh yes, just like that, Hank. Please, just like that. Yes, I’m going to come. I’m going to, oh, oh yes, I’m coming, Hank!”
Daphne’s body arched, her breast lifting toward the ceiling, her head bending back toward the bed. Hank’s left arm caught her across the back as she lost her grip on him during her throes of pleasure. Her thighs quivered and shook, and her toes were bent back and splayed.
Hank lifted her body and took her breast into his mouth, suckling her firm, round breast, and Cyn could see his arm fucking his hand into her faster and faster.
“Again!? You want me to come again?” Daphne cried with a voice that was helpless and vulnerable, and yet very sexy and eager.
Cyn continued to suck on Hank’s cock, but she was mesmerized by the display in front of her. Her own pussy was aching with empathetic passion. Daphne’s head was back up, her abs were clutching, and her eyes were on Hank’s hand as he fucked her pussy with his fingers. She reached over with her left hand and grabbed his forearm, her own arm flexing as she tried to slow him down, but Cyn could have told her that Hank was way too strong to make him stop if he didn’t want to.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Daphne panted as her body began to tremble. She made a greater effort at pulling at his arm, but then her body began to arch again. “Oh, Hank, Hank, oh, I’m coming,” she whimpered, and then she was lost to the throes of another climax,
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