Page 124 of Knot Just for Show

“Yes, please Ronan—yes!” As he sinks knot deep inside her, dropping his head so that he can sink his teeth into the meat of her shoulder.

Ursula cries out—her hips bucking back—then her whole body jerks forward with the bite—her massive olive gold breasts splayed over the glossy black piano.

“That’s it, Princess—you take a knot so good. Look at that beautiful bite Ronan gave you,” I praise her, my fingers reaching out to stroke the curve of her heart shaped face before they travel downward—to one of her hard nipples.

While Ronan stands behind Ursula—still held deep inside her, Mavren and Ash busy themselves with preparing for the next bite—Ash taking a seat on the piano bench, waiting until Ursula can seat herself atop his hard cock.

As soon as Ronan can withdraw, he does—Lysander and I helping Ursula—wobbly on her high heels and dripping Ronan’s cum from between her legs; to Ash at the piano bench.

Ash sits with his back to the covered keys—Ursula taking a seat astride his lap—the two facing one another—almost in lotus position—but with legs dangling down to the floor. The pair are in motion—Ursula riding Ash for dear life almost as soon as his cock is inside her—the frenzy of the heat still all too recent.

“Teddy—” Ash grunts, his expression tight and pleading as he looks to me. “Quit staring and do your job before I blow my load,” he grunts—clearly struggling to get the upper hand against Ursula’s powerfully tight pussy.

“Just hold on a little longer,” I soothe Ash—moving close enough that he can reach out and grab my cock—stroking meknot to tip as I watch him and Ursula writhe against one another.

“Teddy,” Ash warns—and I can see his toes curling on the stage below us, a warning.

“With pleasure,” I growl, dipping my head down, sinking my teeth into the soft flesh behind Ash’s ear.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” he shouts—his hips arcing up hard before he stills completely.

“Lysander,” Ursula gasps—Ronan still inside her as she balances on his lap, catching her breath.

Lysander steps to the fore, cock ready in hand.

“I want you and Teddy, I want you right now,” she whines, dismounting Ronan in a goopy chorus of wet slurping sounds and dripping slick and cum.

“Lysander,” I growl nodding to him.

He follows me, mirroring my movements as I get down on the floor.

“Alright, Princess, whatever you want—you get,” I growl, laying flat on my back—my knotted cock standing at attention.

With a liquid speed—Ursula is suddenly over me—knees astride my hips as she lowers herself onto my cock.

“That’s it, that’s right, Princess,” I hiss as she slips down to my knot.

I wave Lysander into the space between my knees—poised behind Ursula.

“Lysander’s gonna help you do a little stretch before the grand finale—ok?” I coo, cupping her breasts in my hands as she leans forward on her forearms, allowing Lysander better access.

“Alright, Sandy—remember how I taught you,” I rasp.

Ursula moans loudly as Lysander’s fingers tentatively touch the place where my cock and her cunt join—finding his opportunity while harvesting some of her slick honey to help ease him inside.

A sound of delighted surprise comes from her as I feel his cockhead press against her pussy lips, just over my knot.

“Yes, Lysander,” she gasps, exultant, when his cock head presses inside of her—stretching her to new, further limits. “Oh god, keep going!” she wails as he pushes the next few inches of his length inside her—his cock pressing against mine.

My hips roll upward on their own accord—and suddenly Lysander is all the way inside her; the three of us dissolving into guttural primal sounds of pleasure as Lysander and I double penetrate her pussy.

“Lysander is helping me stretch you—so Mavren and I can put both our knots in this sweet pink pussy—to cum full circle,” I grunt as we gyrate against one another.

Lysander whimpers—the sensation nearly too much for him, his cock already so close to cumming after his hard stroking voyeurism.

“I can’t wait to have both your knots inside me!” Ursula practically screams—bucking wildly between Lysander and I as we fuck her. “I can’t wait to have your bite.”

I stutter—slowing my movements, to keep myself from blowing early.

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