toes astride him.
* * * *
As Eris had drawn his lips away from her sweet mouth, energy and pride had strummed through him. She had chosen him. It would be his lance that would be welcomed within her womanly sheath.
Now that sheath lay spread and inviting to him. He dropped to his knees. “And a flame blossoms red here even though you are no parthenos , no virgin.” His breath fanned against the thatch of wet hair.
Kyra grunted out. “I blush with the heat of longing.”
He spread her nether lips with his fingers. He stroked the protruding, throbbing nub softly with his thumb. Watching her, he whispered, “Indeed you possess a jewel of kallos , beauty, and now I shall bestow upon it a doron , a gift.” He leaned forward and kissed the nub gently. “A gift of beauty— callidora .” His tongue slid along her clit, coaxing the sensitive folds apart like the petals of a blossoming flower.
Kyra pushed her hips forward with a gasp, forcing his extended, moist tongue to thrust hard. His lips closed over her hot nub. Teeth grated gently against the tender flesh as his tongue snaked its path deep within her hot love pocket. His tongue flicked and darted, tasting deeply and making her shriek in pleasure. She was held up tightly by Sappho’s constricting hands under Eris’s ruthless assault, and her juices flowed freely, hot and spicy. Eris drank of her release, relishing the musky scent and taste of her essence. Finally, when he had satiated his hunger, he rose.
Her hard, pebbled nipple was soft and velvet against his rough tongue. She lurched once again, eager for more decadent pleasuring. Sappho’s grip did not falter, clenching her limp body hard against his. Eris’s hands were free to gift her with more delights.
There was no need to rush within him. She would become his, with sweet strokes and sinful caresses. He suckled at her generously, while one hand plucked and tweaked at her other breast. His free hand went back to her dripping pussy. His two fingers were welcomed with a sucking kiss and he began to pump them gently. But he wanted to see her pleasure first. Around a mouthful of delicious nipple, he growled, “Fuck her ass.”
He drew back, leaving his fingers fully inserted in her pussy, to watch as Kyra writhed in pleasure. Her body arched and breasts bounced under her anal plundering from Sappho. Lightning-quick expressions flickered across her passion-drugged face. Her eyes remained a mystery, curtained from his view.
He grasped his cock firmly. His stiff lance showed its anticipation with an eager jerk as dewy moisture glistened on the proud head. Eris leaned over her and kissed her open mouth, swallowing her screams, feeding on her passion. He spread her legs wider as his fingers spread her moisture over her stretched pussy lips, ready and open for his lance. He hissed his pleasure in her mouth as his cock sank in to the hilt. She was tight, hot, and wet with welcome. “You like that? Now I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Velvety folds quickly latched onto him, sucking him in farther with throbbing greed. He held still, allowing the motion from behind her, the energetic thrusts of Sappho, to rock her hard against his erection.
He savored the squeeze and release of her muscles around his rock-hard shaft. He was not ready to surrender yet. With that single thrust, he bit down on his lip and remained motionless, allowing her to luxuriate on the feeling of his brother’s erection. He watched the pleasure contort the features of her face and reveled in her cries of ecstasy. He allowed her the freedom she craved, to float on the tide of eroticism, her body the release it hungered, to fly in abandonment. When she finally stilled with shuddering jerks and uncontrolled tremors, he shifted.
* * * *
From Eris’s first thrust in her stretched snatch, Kyra screamed her delight. She was filled, complete. She was stretched, torn. They moved in her as one, thrusting together, retreating
* * * *
As Eris had drawn his lips away from her sweet mouth, energy and pride had strummed through him. She had chosen him. It would be his lance that would be welcomed within her womanly sheath.
Now that sheath lay spread and inviting to him. He dropped to his knees. “And a flame blossoms red here even though you are no parthenos , no virgin.” His breath fanned against the thatch of wet hair.
Kyra grunted out. “I blush with the heat of longing.”
He spread her nether lips with his fingers. He stroked the protruding, throbbing nub softly with his thumb. Watching her, he whispered, “Indeed you possess a jewel of kallos , beauty, and now I shall bestow upon it a doron , a gift.” He leaned forward and kissed the nub gently. “A gift of beauty— callidora .” His tongue slid along her clit, coaxing the sensitive folds apart like the petals of a blossoming flower.
Kyra pushed her hips forward with a gasp, forcing his extended, moist tongue to thrust hard. His lips closed over her hot nub. Teeth grated gently against the tender flesh as his tongue snaked its path deep within her hot love pocket. His tongue flicked and darted, tasting deeply and making her shriek in pleasure. She was held up tightly by Sappho’s constricting hands under Eris’s ruthless assault, and her juices flowed freely, hot and spicy. Eris drank of her release, relishing the musky scent and taste of her essence. Finally, when he had satiated his hunger, he rose.
Her hard, pebbled nipple was soft and velvet against his rough tongue. She lurched once again, eager for more decadent pleasuring. Sappho’s grip did not falter, clenching her limp body hard against his. Eris’s hands were free to gift her with more delights.
There was no need to rush within him. She would become his, with sweet strokes and sinful caresses. He suckled at her generously, while one hand plucked and tweaked at her other breast. His free hand went back to her dripping pussy. His two fingers were welcomed with a sucking kiss and he began to pump them gently. But he wanted to see her pleasure first. Around a mouthful of delicious nipple, he growled, “Fuck her ass.”
He drew back, leaving his fingers fully inserted in her pussy, to watch as Kyra writhed in pleasure. Her body arched and breasts bounced under her anal plundering from Sappho. Lightning-quick expressions flickered across her passion-drugged face. Her eyes remained a mystery, curtained from his view.
He grasped his cock firmly. His stiff lance showed its anticipation with an eager jerk as dewy moisture glistened on the proud head. Eris leaned over her and kissed her open mouth, swallowing her screams, feeding on her passion. He spread her legs wider as his fingers spread her moisture over her stretched pussy lips, ready and open for his lance. He hissed his pleasure in her mouth as his cock sank in to the hilt. She was tight, hot, and wet with welcome. “You like that? Now I’m going to fuck your pussy.”
Velvety folds quickly latched onto him, sucking him in farther with throbbing greed. He held still, allowing the motion from behind her, the energetic thrusts of Sappho, to rock her hard against his erection.
He savored the squeeze and release of her muscles around his rock-hard shaft. He was not ready to surrender yet. With that single thrust, he bit down on his lip and remained motionless, allowing her to luxuriate on the feeling of his brother’s erection. He watched the pleasure contort the features of her face and reveled in her cries of ecstasy. He allowed her the freedom she craved, to float on the tide of eroticism, her body the release it hungered, to fly in abandonment. When she finally stilled with shuddering jerks and uncontrolled tremors, he shifted.
* * * *
From Eris’s first thrust in her stretched snatch, Kyra screamed her delight. She was filled, complete. She was stretched, torn. They moved in her as one, thrusting together, retreating
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