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With Sasha’s essence coating my tongue and chin, I grind my hips into the mattress to the rhythm of her hand on Brettin’s cock.
Her other hand, the one that was clenching my hair, moves to one of my horns. The bone surprisingly sensitive in her small grip, and I can’t help the moan that travels up my throat when she shows me the way she likes her pleasure.
Gods, I don’t know how much longer I can go without sinking into her heat.
Using my horn, she pulls my face into her delectable cunt. With two fingers, I spread her folds and tease the sensitive little nub with my tongue. Breathing the heady scent of her arousal deep into my lungs as I nuzzle the neatly trimmed thatch of soft down that matches the fiery red color of her hair.
She’s drenched. For me.For us.
I continue to flick her stiff little pleasure bud with my tongue while softly petting the soft petals of her sex. Her folds glisten and I lean back to watch the way her inner muscles tremble at my touch.
“Are you close? Will you come for us again?” I ask her as I slowly press two fingers inside of her. Almost immediately she clenches around them and gasps as another orgasm washes over her.
How many is this? Two, now? Three?
“That’s it, Sasha,” Brettin growls as she slides her lips over his cock in time with the tremors racing over her body. “Gods, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than the way you come for us.”
When her orgasm finally recedes she falls back on to the mattress. Her chest heaving with her breaths.
“I can’t… I can’t….” She gasps, trying to push my head away from her delicious cunt. “Please, I can’t come anymore.”
I give her one last lick before pushing myself back, giving her the reprieve she is asking for.
Her skin glistens with a light sheen of sweat as she lies back with her eyes closed, her fist still languidly pumping Brettins cock.
I know she’s exhausted and I should let her rest for a moment, but I can’t seem to keep my hands away from her.
“Do you see what you’re doing to him, Sasha?” I ask her, slowly running my hand up the inside of her leg but not touching her swollen cunt. “He’s so close.”
“He is?” her eyes flutter open to focus on him and her cheeks turn pink. Brettins jaw is clenched tight and his cock is like steel in her hand. How he hasn’t spilled yet is a miracle.
“Yes,” I say. “I want to watch him come in your pretty mouth. Would you like that?”
Her eyes drop to his straining cock that is no more than a breath from her lips. I watch as her black pupils suddenly overtake all but the thinnest band of her brown eyes.
“Yes,” she says. When she licks her lips Brettin groans and more pre-come spills from the tip of his cock.
He squeezes his eyes tightly shut, no doubt trying to focus on not orgasming before he’s ready to. Meanwhile, Sasha rolls over onto her stomach, and then pushes herself up onto her knees so she’s in line with his cock and I have an erotic view of her rosy cunt and taut ass.
With one hand braced on the bed, and the other still stroking his shaft, she opens her mouth and runs her tongue from his flared head all the way to the base of his straining cock.
“Mmmm,” she hums, closing her eyes and savoring his flavor.
The moment his cock hits her tongue, Brettin grunts and grabs hold of her head, holding her still so he can slowly slide his length into her mouth.
“Cursed Gods,” he gasps pushing as far into her mouth as she can take him, which isn’t very.
Sasha whimpers but holds still for him. Then she starts up a tandem stroke, alternating sliding her fist and mouth up and down his cock.
“Good girl,” I whisper and both she and Brettin moan.
Unable to last a moment longer, I climb to my knees behind her and run my own straining cock through her glossy lips before notching the tip at her entrance. “I want to watch you drink him dry while you take me.”
Her nod is subtle, but it’s there and it’s all I need before I slowly let myself sink inside her. All the way to the root.
Gods she’s so tight. And hot enough to scald. Her cunt is heaven.
Sasha pulls herself off Brettins cock and looks back at me over her shoulder. Her lips are plumper than they were a moment ago and glossed from Brettin’s seed. Her eyes are heavy lidded, and she moans, arching back to meet my thrusts.
