Page 86 of Tangwystle
“Wystle!” Gretel gasped, rocking her hips into mine.
I ground my pussy against hers. I wasn’t nice about it. Our groins smacked together hard, our arousal creating noises as I rubbed our bodies together. My palms found her perfect tits, and I squeezed.
“Wystle,” Gretel breathed. “I-I. . .”
“I know,” I said, taking her hand and placing it on my breast, forcing her to rub my nipple. I rocked our bodies together, and she cried out, her back arching.
Slowly, I leaned down, and before I kissed her again, I said, “I love you too.”
“For fuck’s sake!” Baz cried out.
I laughed, and while Gretel might have been high from multiple orgasms, she gasped at how I treated Baz.
“Don’t be mean,” she said.
I laughed some more, drawing her arousal to a part of her body I’d yet to explore.
Her lips popped open, and I forced a finger into her ass.
“W-Wystle!”
“Is this mean?” I asked. At first, my finger could only go to the first knuckle. “Be a sweet girl for me and open up.”
She rocked on the bed, but I kissed her nose. Slowly, she calmed, and I pushed further into her.
“I’m just helping Baz,” I told her, “get you ready. Don’t you want his cock in your ass?”
Her breath hitched, but she nodded. I added another finger.
“You want Baz to fuck you?” I asked, teasing her. She nodded. “I want Baz to fuck me too.”
It was all he needed. The ropes disintegrated, and the chair almost clattered to the floor, he stood up so fast.
Gretel cried out under my ministrations, and Baz’s shirt joined the other crumpled clothes on the ground.
He spanked my ass and pressed his cock into my pussy in one go. I cried out immediately. We were both so worked up, it wasn’t like it took much.
He fucked me hard, his length filling me. His movements were so rough, he pushed my body into Gretel, who cried out again, trapped under the mess of us.
“Did he touch you?” he asked, his voice breaking.
I shook my head, knowing he meant Clinemell. “Finish inside me,” I demanded, my pussy clenching around him in pleasure.
He came with a growl, his cock swelling as semen flooded my insides.
I was distantly aware of Gretel crying, but then I found myself on my back.
Baz panted. His hair stuck up wildly, and he struggled to catch his breath.
He leaned closer and pressed a kiss to my lips. I held him, my thumb stroking the back of his neck.
“Fairy,” he whispered.
“I know.” We didn’t all need to keep apologizing.
Our foreheads touched, and I ran my thumb against his tense jaw, willing him to let go.
After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, and when his sapphire eyes opened, a delicious shiver ran down my spine at the fire I saw in them.
