Page 6 of Yule Tied Up

Tino takes a seat on the other side of our girl, and we jerk back as the horse sets off at a fast trot. Its bells jingle with every thud of its hooves.

As we leave the fair behind us, we enter a path through the edge of the woods, the snow frosting the ground, sparkling under tiny lights hanging from the trees.

Mackenzie sighs and snuggles closer. “This is so beautiful.”

I sneak my arm under the blanket. “The most beautiful thing here is you.”

She turns to me, and Tino bends his head to lick and suck at her exposed neck.

“Oh,” she gasps.

Then her “oooh,” gets a little higher and contains a touch of alarm as my fingers work their way into her pants.

“Guys, noooo, this is …the driver,” she hisses.

“He can’t hear,” I say, not caring if that’s true or not. “The wind, and the bells, and the noise of the markets will cover us.”

Her blue eyes are wide. “No. Oh, my God.”

I lean in close to lightly bite her ear. “Are you saying no to me? I didn’t think perfect dolls got to say no.”

She moans softly, but she loves being talked to like that. She lifts her hips slightly, giving me better access. I part her pussy with my finger, loving how hot and wet she is already, and gently stroke her clit. I start to work her, spreading her wetness from her tight entrance to the sensitive bundle of nerves. Touchingher like this makes me hard, and I adjust myself in my jeans, wishing I could free myself.

She glances around furtively as if there are people in the woods, and I want to laugh at her paranoia.

Soon, though, she is too into it to care, and her eyes drift closed. Tino kisses her cheek and neck, and then he turns her face to claim her mouth.

Kirill watches us, transfixed.

We turn a corner and start the road back down to the markets, but the wagon has slowed down. “It’s a bit rickety on this stretch,” the wagon driver shouts back to us.

I nod, but realizing he can’t see in the dark, answer, “That’s fine. Slow is good.”

I want her to come before we get back to the bustle of the stalls.

Her clit is swollen, and I pinch it. She gasps again and lets out a whimper.

Tino growls. “Keep quiet, Kenzie. If you keep making noise, I’ll have to put my hand over your mouth.”

His warning is low, but I hear it.

She moans and squirms. She’d fucking love that, I bet. Being forced to come but not allowed to make any noise.

We’re so slow at this stretch of the route that walking would be as fast. I start to whisper filthy nothings in Mackenzie’s ear.

“That’s it, baby girl, let me see you come for me. Just a taste, that’s all I want. I miss this pussy. I need to feel you come around my fingers. Such a perfect, swollen, wet, pretty pussy. Spread these legs a little more, darling.”

She does. She parts her legs for me and hitches up a little, the dirty minx, giving me the access I need to push two fingers inside her. She gasps again and grabs Tino’s arm.

Her fingers dig into his jacket, and her gaze locks on Kirill, who is staring at her, slowly rubbing his erection through hispants. Will he come inside his clothes like a horny teenager? Kirill is kind of obsessed with cum, so it probably wouldn’t even bother him if he had to walk around for the rest of the evening like that.

This way, she’s connected to all three of us. I’m giving her pleasure, but she’s holding on to Tino, and watching Kirill.

If her breathing is anything to go by, she’s getting close. Her pussy is wetter, too. My fingers make an obscene sound, and I bet the driver is as hard as nails if he can hear it.

Mackenzie’s breathing has grown ragged, but she’s trying to keep it quiet. Her sexy little moans make me even harder. Perhaps I’ll be the one who comes in his jeans?

Then she seems to lose her focus. She stills her breathing, her body going rigid, and her gaze slowly turns from Kirill to glance out into the dark woods.

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