We exit the bathroom wrapped in our towels, our wet hair hangs free over our shoulders, dripping on the floor. She heads to the bedroom but I grab her wrist and pull her back into my arms.
“Come here.”
I lick her lips slowly then slide my tongue inside her mouth; I missed it already. My tongue curls around hers. She ends our kiss abruptly and falls back against the wall.
“Should we..” Her voice trails off as she glances at the second bedroom at the end of the hallway. Her eyes spell out her need for more. I smile mischievously and nod.
We walk to the second bedroom and knock twice. No answer. I open the door carefully; he’s still asleep. We enter tiptoeing slowly. We drop our towels at the foot of his bed. We giggle silently. I crawl under the covers and lie next to his sleeping body. She sits on his bedside table, one leg on top of the other.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” I rub his chest lightly, trying to wake him up. He’s a deep sleeper.
She leans in close and licks his beard – he loves it when we do that.
“He’s probably just pretending to be asleep just so we do that thing we did last time? Remember when we..” We giggle again. We remember quite vividly.
My hands roam freely over his body; curious fingertips creep over his groin, they stroll down his dick and leap onto his balls. I glance back at his face, still asleep or still pretending? I poke his balls gently as she licks his beard again and again. His eye twitches, a soft groan.
I move on top of him and start licking his beard, too. His eyes open to our faces and tongues. He smiles sleepily, “Morning, my angels.” He lays me on my back and looms over me; I catch his eyes peek at my breasts then he raises them to meet mine and plants a kiss on my lips.
She gets off the bedside table and moves on to the bed. We crowd it with our naked bodies and hot limbs. She rests on her knees at the foot of the bed, I try to pull her under the covers but she shakes off my grip carelessly. She arches her back and starts rubbing herself. Under the covers, I feel fire rising. Her moans rise higher. I’m wet and I reach for his dick; it throbs in my hand. It’s unbearable. We watch her finger her pink pussy mercilessly—he seizes her legs and drags her closer. They kiss like they’ve never kissed before: a collision of lips, tongues, and teeth. He hoists her up on his hips, her hands find his stiff dick and she starts stroking it but he squeezes her ass, growling as he does it. He wants her pussy. She leans closer to his face, pressing her pussy hard on his dick. She likes teasing him.
“You’re gonna have to do a lot more to get it, honey.”
She licks his lips languidly but his hands hurry and spank her ass. Hard. She lets out a soft moan then kisses him. Hard.
They kiss and I watch them. They kiss and I watch her ass redden as he continues spanking her.
I watch her spread her legs wider, raise her hips ever so slightly in the air, then sit down on his erect dick.
I watch it slip inside her and her moans permeate the room.
I watch her gyrate her hips, her whole body, forward and back following a pace, delicate but dedicated, as she rides his dick.
I watch him groan euphorically.
I stop watching and move hands under the covers to feel my pussy; hot, wet, beating like a second heart. I close my eyes and let the sounds – his groans, her moans, their boisterous sex – guide my fingers inside. I touch myself but feel another touch at my shoulder. I open my eyes and turn to find his eyes summoning me. He wants my pussy.
I approach him; his eyes confirm our desire. I want his tongue, too. I sit on his face and slide my dripping pussy gently over his lips. He raises his arm and clasps my ass from behind. Squeezing it, he spreads me wide open and buries his face deeper inside me. I feel his lips fumble through my darkness then find my lips. His tongue opens my pussy, tracing it slowly then delving inside me. I start to slowly move my hips, synchronizing their movement with his tongue thrusting within me.
I look at her across from me; her mouth partly open, her beautiful breasts bouncing. Her eyes meet mine and she comes closer, resting her palms on his chest, to find my lips. I bend forward and we kiss passionately. We ride him together – I ride his face and she his dick. We sit atop him and our shared kiss floats and closes the triangle our bodies make.
I get too drunk on her tongue and lean too close to her side; his tongue slips out of my pussy and brushes against my clit. I moan in her mouth. He feels my muscles twitch. He knows how to make me cum. He grabs my ass firmly and starts sucking on my clit, thirsty for an orgasm. I fling my body back, leaving her lips and enjoying his; his tongue is magic. She sees me close my eyes in ecstasy and her hands scuttle over her body – her right hand cups her breast, rubbing it tenderly, and her left hand slides down her navel, she flicks her clit. She knows what makes her cum. And what makes him cum. She jumps on his dick faster, all her body springing sprightly. I hear a young groan echo from underneath me; he cums first.
She falls on his chest, still playing with her clit. She cums second.
His face still under me, he clutches my waist and takes my clit in between his lips one last time then sucks on it with his teeth. He knows how to make me cum.
I cum last.
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