Page 27 of Christmas with my Three Best Friends

She unclasps the bra and unleashes her breasts. I love the sight before me, the creamy flesh, the fullness beckoning for my touch. I bite my tongue as I admire her, as I thank the universe for having brought her to us.

“Are you pleased?” she asks, quick to catch on as a submissive. This is getting dangerously good. Shay likes it too much. And I can’t stop.

“Touch yourself.”

“Okay.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply. “That’s how a good girl responds.”

She giggles. “Yes, sir.” She cups her breasts while I stroke myself, watching as she squeezes her soft bosom, index fingers and thumbs pinching the nipples.

“Pinch harder.”

“Oh…” Shay gasps and closes her eyes as she tightens the grip.

“How does it feel?”

“So good.”

“Keep going.”

I’m about to fucking explode, but I can’t. Not until she has wholly submitted. So I put both hands behind my back and continue admiring this spicy show as Shay massages her breasts with slow, circular movements, once in a while stopping to pinch her nipples as hard as I told her. Each time, she hisses delightedly and throws her head back.

“Get up,” I order.

She smiles once more and stands up, her knees visibly shaking. I nod at her panties, and she knows what to do next. As soon as they’re off, I feel a grin slitting my face. I take hold of my cock yet again, my grip tight so I can edge myself easily when it’s time. The arousal is too much to handle, but I keep it together. I need to see where this leads.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me,” I tell her. Shay lays on her back, and I move closer so I can see her in her entire gorgeousness as her knees pull apart. I admire the glistening desire glazing her pink, tender pussy, each fold begging for my attention. “Touch it. Go slow.”

She brings a hand down, fingers sliding between layers of yearning flesh. Her clit is swollen, primed and ready as she rubs it with two fingers. I can’t take it anymore, but I need her to tell me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Shay?”

“Yes, sir,” she moans as she brings herself closer to an inevitable conclusion.

“How badly do you want me to fuck you?”

Her fingers slide farther down as she stretches her pussy open for me, her eyes fixed on mine. “I’m going to die unless I feel you inside me right now, sir.”

“You’re going to make yourself come while I fuck you. How hard do you want it?” I can barely breathe at this point. The way she’s playing along is feeding into my darkest dreams and fantasies. This can’t be happening.

“As hard you can give it to me, sir.”

“Fucking hell.”

I ram right into her. She cries out in shock, initially tight as I fill her to the brim. Slowly, she relaxes, and I feel her pussy embrace my cock with formidable ease. The feeling is extraordinary, and I know I won’t last long. But I’ll give her what she wants. One thrust in, and she’s flicking her clit again, panting as she intensifies the finger movement.

“Like this?” I ask, my second thrust harder.

“Harder, sir.”

By the third thrust I’ve got her by the back of the head, a handful of her hair tightly wound around my fingers. Shay smiles like the devil as I pound her into oblivion. Harder, harder, hardest. Faster. Deeper. She takes it all, moaning and breathing raggedly as she works her clit into a frenzy. I’m a fucking animal, taking her body and soul like this. But Shay wants it.

Shamelessly, mindlessly, desperately.

She holds on to the bed with one hand. She rubs her clit harder, applying more pressure as I feel her core tightening around me. She’s so damn tight, I lose control and fuck her with animal intensity. Hard and fast, relentless and aggressive, feeding on her desire as I feel myself close enough to melt into the sun.

“Don’t stop, sir!” Shay screams as she finally comes, rippling around me, gushing like a geyser as I go deeper, harder, faster.

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