Page 122 of Savage Daddies

“No.” She props up on her elbows. “I don’t think you understand how much I’ve been waiting for this moment.” She pauses to catch her breath, then continues, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the masquerade. You’ve all been living in my mind, rent free. At first I thought it was because you were bikers, because you reminded me ofthem, but discovering that it was you from three years ago…it’s changed everything.” She looks at us all, out of breath from the monologue. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

And she doesn’t know what she does tous.

“Lie back down, sweetheart,” instructs Poet. “And let us take care of you.”

It’s not even been five minutes, but I could go again. The sight of her sweaty, naked body has that effect on me. The wanton look in her eyes. Her pursed, puffy lips. Even her collarbone sends me into overdrive because it’s onherbody.

Don’t even get me started on the perfect swell of her breasts, and the tight shell of her pussy that blesses my eyes every time she opens her legs.

She spreads them wide now.

But Poet doesn’t dive straight in. He places an ice tray on the table beside the couch and takes out an ice cube.

Zoe props herself up on her elbows again to ask, “What are you?—”

“Quiet now. Just relax. Focus on the sensation.”

My cock rises to attention again as Poet teases the ice cube over her body. It reduces in size in seconds, and shortly melts.

He grabs another one. Trails it over her nipple.

Her body spasms, and a hand reaches between her legs.

“Ah, ah!” I remove the hand. “Only we can touch you there, princess.”

Poet rubs the cube over the other nipple. “You’re so hot, darling.” The second cube melts, wetting her breasts.

“Where shall I put the third one?” Poet grabs another from the tray.

“My pussy,” she demands.

Poet instead runs the cube up the inside of her thigh. She twitches, and wetness drips from her pussy.

My cock throbbing, I take it into my hands and begin to stroke it, already on the brink of climax. Bullwhip does the same, and we both stand over her, pleasuring ourselves.

Her cheeks blush the same pink color as her nipples and pussy.

Precum beads out of the tip of my cock when Poet makes it to her folds.

She screams. Arches her back. “I need you inside of me this instant.”

“Look at the other two,” says Poet. “They’re enjoying this very much. Spread your legs, sweetheart.” He aids her. “Let’s tease them even more.”

I’ll never grow tired of seeing her pussy.

Never.

Poet dives in between her legs and laps up her wetness. Then, he butters her remaining juices onto his dick.

“Grab my legs,” she requests. “Both of you. Like before.”

I take the left. Bullwhip the right.

Simultaneously, all three of us stroke her pussy.

Her entire body shakes.

“Please.” Zoe’s eyebrows part in longing. “I’m begging you. Poet…”

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