Page 119 of Savage Daddies

“No. Here,” she says.

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“I want you here. Bend me over every surface. I want to be fucked so hard I require a wheelchair tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, Zoe.” Poet is still working on her neck, and I ghost my hand over her plump lips. She takes my fingers into her mouth, and I gasp. “You’re gonna kill me.”

My fingers exit her mouth with apop!“What? You can’t handle it?”

“Youare the one who won’t be able to handle it in a minute.”

Lovingly, I press my lips to hers. We share a slow kiss, wet and hot, and the sensation shoots straight to my dick. It springs to life. It hasn’t for a few days.

“I suspect,” I say, caressing her ear, “that all three of us have big loads to give you tonight.”

“I do,” says Poet. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, darling?”

“Take off my clothes,” she says.

“Shhhhh.”Bullwhip puts a finger to her lips. “Why are we rushing when we have all the time in the world?”

“Exactly,” says Zoe. “All the time in the world to go as many rounds as we please. Now, fuck me fast and hard and deep, andplease, do it now.”

Poet, Bullwhip, and I all share a glance. She presents a good point. Wedohave time on our side, and we’re far enough from civilization for nobody to bother us.

It’s a race, then. Who can take the most clothes off Zoe.

Wrangler fights off the shirt, and my hands fight with the waistband of her shorts. Poet gets there first. Slaps away my hand.

“Hey!”

“I’m the one who spent a night behind barsagain.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

Poet is too busy discarding the shorts, and I get to her panties first. They’re black lace, and I tease a finger up her pussy over the material before removing them.

Zoe twitches.

Suddenly it’s a new race.

Who can get inside of her first?

Poet rolls down the panties, unbuckles his pants and rolls them down.

But it’s Bullwhip that enters her first, already ahead of the game.

Her scream ripples through the house. “OH! FUCK!”

Bullwhip presses her up against the faulty door, and she arches her back to take in more of his cock. Her hands clutch the door handle, causing the thing to open and shut in rhythm to Bully’s thrusts.

He fucks hard.

I spring out my own dick and pleasure myself watching. Her tanned skin glows in the lamplight, red hair splayed everywhere. Poet reaches forward and smooths it back into a makeshift ponytail, exposing her bare back that I can’t help but smooth my fingers over.

My hands then find her chest. I palm both of her breasts, and tweak both nipples.

Her breath hitches, moans rising in pitch.

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