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She sucks on my fingers and moans. Her hand brushes against my dick, but I move away. I want to watch, then fuck her.

I move over to the armchair as Manny pulls on her hand, heading to the bed.

I stare at them as I settle into the armchair. I watch Lace sit on the edge of the bed as Manny sits next to her, his shirt wide open. His body is amazing, fucking beautiful. When he palms her tit, my dick feels like it may burst out of my briefs. They start making out and I stare at Lace’s face as he sucks on her bottom lip. She’s in pure ecstasy, and knowing how wet she is from her orgasm only makes me want her all the more. When she works her palm down his chest and to his abs, I follow the movement, my dick so uncomfortably hard that I’m not sure how long I’m gonna last.

I can see Manny’s bulge at the front of his jeans and my mouth waters. He fondles her tits, and soon it’s not enough for her. My baby likes foreplay, and she loves those titties being played with. Manny moves his mouth to suck on one peak, my eyes enjoying the feast of seeing him do that to her. I want totouch myself, stroke myself, enjoy this, but instead I keep still and just watch. Holding off always makes me come that much harder.

“Yes,” she breathes, running her fingers through his hair as he moves his mouth to her other peak. “Fuck,Emmanuel.”

I love how she’s taken my lead in calling him that.

Manny grips her other tit, palming it, moving his hand between her legs as she spreads them wider. “Show us,” he whispers. “Show us how wet you are.”

Us.“Show us that pretty pussy,” I call across the room.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

He yanks up the bottom of her dress and I groan as he spreads her legs. My dirty little minx.

She goes to cover her chest, and it’s the first time I see the scar. I blink, thinking I’m seeing things; it’s a gunshot wound.

“Don’t hide,” Manny whispers. “Don’t ever hide from us.”

She bites her lip, letting him kiss her, but he avoids touching her above her heart where the scar is. I want to know what that’s all about, but I’m sure if she wanted us to know, she’d have told us.

My cock strains when I see Manny spread his hand over her pussy. I adjust myself, shifting in the chair. The damn springs make a noise as Lace shoots her gaze to mine. She stares at me as Manny sucks on her tits and rubs his hand over her pussy. She gasps when he slides a finger inside, gripping his head with both hands.

“Show us this beautiful body,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole.”

His words are almost my undoing as I palm my cock. Lace turns to look at him, he lifts his head and they kiss. His tongue slides into her mouth and she welcomes it. She reaches toward him as he fingers her, cupping his dick in return as he hisses.

“So big,” she whispers. “I want you inside me. Let’s show Jonah what he’s missing out on all over there by himself.”

Manny tsks. “So impatient. I’m gonna eat your pussy first, then showJonahwhat he could have if he really wanted it.”

Oh, I’m gonna have it. But to hear him say my name like that… it only gets me going even more as I continue to palm my dick. It’s so thick and hard. I always knew I was gonna jerk off, but I’m so close to coming already just from their dirty words and a flash of her tits and pussy. Her orgasm is what got me to this point, but who am I kidding? I can blow more than once.

She pushes Manny’s shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He discards it and she moves to his belt as their kiss intensifies. His hand, still working between her legs, pumps in and out slowly. I watch as he pulls his fingers out, then brings them up to his mouth and sucks. He lets out a groan that I feel all the way down to my sac. He likes the taste of her, just like me.

When Manny shoves his fingers into her mouth, Lace groans. She turns to look at me, his fingers in her mouth as she slides his zipper down and moves her hand inside. I want her to pull his dick out. I want to see it. I want to see her play with it.

“Fuck,” Manny hisses.

I slide my hand inside my briefs.

She strokes him, and he goes back to fingering her. She moans, her head rocking back when he brushes her clit with his thumb.

“Are you gonna come for us,Chantilly?”

I like the nickname. Chantilly Lace. She is as sweet as the name suggests.

“Yes, oh, yes.”

He pumps his fingers inside her slowly, and I know she wants more, but he rides out her orgasm as I grip myself, pre-cum leaking from my tip as her tits jiggle up and down while she grinds against his hand.

Her cries are long and sinful. I feel her body tensing as her eyes close and she grips the bedspread beneath her with one hand.

“Look how pretty she is,” Manny murmurs, his mouth at her pulse point. “She’s coming for us.”

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