say
something to her ...
For now, though, he kept his eyes shut, bringing one
hand up to lick his palm solidly before he gripped his cock again.
It wasn't really convincing -- his palms were soft, but not soft
enough to be anything but a hand -- but he kept his eyes firmly
shut, recreating the image he'd seen in the kitchen: Dirk with his
body curved slightly forward in a subtle arch and Haley kneeling
before him, with her sundress still on but rucked up to her knees.
He tried to imagine himself in that scenario as well -- maybe
kneeling next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers and his hand
cupping Dirk's ass to keep him still. The skin there would be warm,
he was sure, and smooth, and just a little resilient if he sank his
fingers in. Would Dirk even like something like that? But even if
he didn't at first, he could probably be convinced ...
Simon began to move his hands slowly, concentrating
on the slip and slide of flesh over flesh, breathing through his
nose. Maybe he would reach to pull Haley off of Dirk's cock before
she got too into it, as well, and maybe he would kiss her, hard,
using his teeth and tongue to force her mouth open. She would
protest at first, but yield before too long, and she would kiss him
back with equal fervor, her hand coming to clutch his shoulder as
he fucked her mouth with his tongue. There would be a taste that
was faint and indescribable but also unmistakable -- a taste like
the smell from his hands, a taste that permeated her entire being
so that when he kissed her, he couldn't avoid it. And he didn't
want to avoid it, either, reveling a little in its intensity
even.
He would slide his other hand up her back, under her
dress, tracing the smooth curve of it from her slim shoulders to
the fuller curve of her ass, already naked, and he might even try
spanking her once, to see if she liked it. If she did, she would
squeak and lean into him more, kissing him with greater eagerness
than before, spreading her knees to brace her weight so that he
could do it again, harder.
While he was doing that, Dirk would reach to pull her
head away from him, and while Simon would miss her kisses, he could
just turn his head a little to watch as Dirk pulled Haley's mouth
back to his cock. He would keep a firm grip on both sides of her
head so she wouldn't be able to escape, holding her still to fuck
her mouth with slow easy gestures. Haley would moan and whimper,
but she would obediently open her mouth and relax her throat so he
could slide easily in and out.
It would make a wet slick noise,
gliding easily as silk, and some of the saliva would drool out of
the corners of her mouth. And Simon thought he might try to kiss
her while she was doing that, even as he continued to spank her in
short sharp strikes, licking the corner where her lips were
distended, maybe even touching some of Dirk's cock with his own
tongue at the same time. It would taste like the both of them,
somehow; it would be a taste that he would know that was one
part Haley and one
part Dirk and in
his own mouth there would be him involved as well, so at least inside of him, it
would be all three of them together.
Dirk would continue to fuck Haley's mouth in long
easy strokes, long enough that Simon's arm would get tired, and he
would move his hand down instead, pushing through Haley's spread
buttocks and then up, to where her wet slit was. She would be
dripping at that point, enough that he could feel it running freely
down his fingers when he touched her. She would cry out at that,
high and surprised, and he would just run a finger along the outer
lips, through coarse damp hair, never quite either entering her or
finding her clit until her hips were moving on their own, restless,
silently asking. She would be moaning in small desperate gasps
around the girth of Dirk's cock, and when Simon finally pushed a
finger into her she would cry out, bearing down hard around his
finger.
(How would it feel?) She would be
hot and wet, so hot and so
something to her ...
For now, though, he kept his eyes shut, bringing one
hand up to lick his palm solidly before he gripped his cock again.
It wasn't really convincing -- his palms were soft, but not soft
enough to be anything but a hand -- but he kept his eyes firmly
shut, recreating the image he'd seen in the kitchen: Dirk with his
body curved slightly forward in a subtle arch and Haley kneeling
before him, with her sundress still on but rucked up to her knees.
He tried to imagine himself in that scenario as well -- maybe
kneeling next to her, his shoulder pressed to hers and his hand
cupping Dirk's ass to keep him still. The skin there would be warm,
he was sure, and smooth, and just a little resilient if he sank his
fingers in. Would Dirk even like something like that? But even if
he didn't at first, he could probably be convinced ...
Simon began to move his hands slowly, concentrating
on the slip and slide of flesh over flesh, breathing through his
nose. Maybe he would reach to pull Haley off of Dirk's cock before
she got too into it, as well, and maybe he would kiss her, hard,
using his teeth and tongue to force her mouth open. She would
protest at first, but yield before too long, and she would kiss him
back with equal fervor, her hand coming to clutch his shoulder as
he fucked her mouth with his tongue. There would be a taste that
was faint and indescribable but also unmistakable -- a taste like
the smell from his hands, a taste that permeated her entire being
so that when he kissed her, he couldn't avoid it. And he didn't
want to avoid it, either, reveling a little in its intensity
even.
He would slide his other hand up her back, under her
dress, tracing the smooth curve of it from her slim shoulders to
the fuller curve of her ass, already naked, and he might even try
spanking her once, to see if she liked it. If she did, she would
squeak and lean into him more, kissing him with greater eagerness
than before, spreading her knees to brace her weight so that he
could do it again, harder.
While he was doing that, Dirk would reach to pull her
head away from him, and while Simon would miss her kisses, he could
just turn his head a little to watch as Dirk pulled Haley's mouth
back to his cock. He would keep a firm grip on both sides of her
head so she wouldn't be able to escape, holding her still to fuck
her mouth with slow easy gestures. Haley would moan and whimper,
but she would obediently open her mouth and relax her throat so he
could slide easily in and out.
It would make a wet slick noise,
gliding easily as silk, and some of the saliva would drool out of
the corners of her mouth. And Simon thought he might try to kiss
her while she was doing that, even as he continued to spank her in
short sharp strikes, licking the corner where her lips were
distended, maybe even touching some of Dirk's cock with his own
tongue at the same time. It would taste like the both of them,
somehow; it would be a taste that he would know that was one
part Haley and one
part Dirk and in
his own mouth there would be him involved as well, so at least inside of him, it
would be all three of them together.
Dirk would continue to fuck Haley's mouth in long
easy strokes, long enough that Simon's arm would get tired, and he
would move his hand down instead, pushing through Haley's spread
buttocks and then up, to where her wet slit was. She would be
dripping at that point, enough that he could feel it running freely
down his fingers when he touched her. She would cry out at that,
high and surprised, and he would just run a finger along the outer
lips, through coarse damp hair, never quite either entering her or
finding her clit until her hips were moving on their own, restless,
silently asking. She would be moaning in small desperate gasps
around the girth of Dirk's cock, and when Simon finally pushed a
finger into her she would cry out, bearing down hard around his
finger.
(How would it feel?) She would be
hot and wet, so hot and so
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