Page 95 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Oh, he thinks he’s doing this all by himself,” I say to Dash.

Dash just shakes his head and moves to kneel on the floor next to the couch cushion, where Abby is on her back.

“Missionary?” Dash says. “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”

Kane is lost in fucking Abby in slow, long, deep strokes, but he does hear Dash’s question. He lifts his head and looks at his best friend, recognizing that he’s being teased.

He looks down at Abby. “The boys think I can do better than missionary, Lollipop,” he says.

She grins up at him. “It’s all good. You don’t have to⁠—”

Before she even finishes, he has flipped them so that he’s sitting up on the cushion and she is straddling him. But he’s still buried deep.

“Oh God,” she moans.

“You’re taking me so well,” Kane tells her, stroking his hands up and down her sides and squeezing her hips. “You’ve got all of me. Good girl.”

“You’re perfect,” Dash tells her, moving closer and pressing his cock against her upper back as he reaches around to her breasts.

I move in and nudge him to the side. She looks up at him, then reaches out and strokes the tented front of his pants again. “Give me,” she says simply.

Understanding her request, he lowers his sweatpants, giving her his cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking him again as he kneels with one knee on the cushion next to her and Kane.

I move in behind her, gathering her hair back and holding it in one fist as I lean in, kissing her neck then say against her ear, “In this position, you have to do the work.”

Like the perfect goddess she is, she immediately starts moving up and down, fucking Kane while she gives Dash a hand job.

Dashes' eyes nearly cross, and I remind him, “Don’t come or you won’t get to fuck her.”

I see his jaw tighten as he fights for control.

“I can fucking come, though,” Kane says, gripping her hips and lifting his off the couch, plunging deeper.

I tug on her hair, tipping her head back. “Yes, you can fill our gorgeous girl up.”

I feel the shudder wrack her body, then kiss her as Kane comes with a shout.

“Oh fuck! Oh God! Abby!”

I give him a moment, but only one, before I’m lifting her off of him and moving her onto the next cushion. “Come here,” I tell her.

I look at Dash. “Can you take more?”

His gaze is locked on her. “Yes.” Then he looks at me. “Make her come.”

She’s right on the edge but did not come with Kane, so I give him a quick nod. “Move to the back of the couch,” I tell him.

Abby is kneeling so that her forearms are resting on the back of the couch, her sweet ass facing me. Dash is big enough that when he stands at the back of the couch, his cock is right in front of her face.

“Suck on him,” I tell her as I run a big hand over her ass.

“Jesus,” Dash groans, but he threads his fingers through her hair and guides her forward.

She licks tentatively at the head of his cock, then slowly takes him into her mouth.

I strip off my shirt, then lower my pants, fisting my cock. I stroke up and down a couple of times, then kneel behind her on the couch, finding her wet, hot opening.

“You ready for me, Abby girl?”