Miss_Vivi
Miss Behave
- Joined
- Jun 22, 2012
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A tempting tango to join. The dance of her tongue on his cock, he counters with a softly spoken fuck, she dips and slides, he pushes past soft needy lips. Vi could stare all night.
She could if they weren't both gunning for her involvement.
She'd be happy in the corner.
Just watching.
Okay, not happy.
Thighs spread, skirt around her hips, fingers sliding over skin, bitten back whimpers filled with longing to meld with other moans.
Oh yes.
Eye contact is made and suddenly she's very aware of him and how he's watching her fingers, her spread thighs, her own little lusty noises. Turning the same color as her hair, her legs close and she stands.
She knows she lost.
The remaining piece of fabric from her foray into the night hits the ground, though her heels remain, clicking over the wood floor to their side. Besides the soft groans, moans and randomly thrown fucks, he watched her movement closely, or at least that's how she felt.
Before she gave in to either of them entirely, there was something that she had to do. Kneeling down behind the hardworking and determined little Brit, she pressed her lips to an already very wet pussy. Tongue dipping to fully taste the other woman, wetness spreading over lips. She was soon covered with the other woman, delighting in the taste, but this was only a taste.
Vi moves back and stands, two steps bring her to his side, a small wet smile, before bending at the waist to kiss and share. He tasted of liquor, of wet needy kisses, and now, of the tenacious brunette knelt before him.
Sharing is caring, afterall.
She could if they weren't both gunning for her involvement.
She'd be happy in the corner.
Just watching.
Okay, not happy.
Thighs spread, skirt around her hips, fingers sliding over skin, bitten back whimpers filled with longing to meld with other moans.
Oh yes.
Eye contact is made and suddenly she's very aware of him and how he's watching her fingers, her spread thighs, her own little lusty noises. Turning the same color as her hair, her legs close and she stands.
She knows she lost.
The remaining piece of fabric from her foray into the night hits the ground, though her heels remain, clicking over the wood floor to their side. Besides the soft groans, moans and randomly thrown fucks, he watched her movement closely, or at least that's how she felt.
Before she gave in to either of them entirely, there was something that she had to do. Kneeling down behind the hardworking and determined little Brit, she pressed her lips to an already very wet pussy. Tongue dipping to fully taste the other woman, wetness spreading over lips. She was soon covered with the other woman, delighting in the taste, but this was only a taste.
Vi moves back and stands, two steps bring her to his side, a small wet smile, before bending at the waist to kiss and share. He tasted of liquor, of wet needy kisses, and now, of the tenacious brunette knelt before him.
Sharing is caring, afterall.