Page 19 of Room Twenty: She's A Switch

“Dress.” He barked, directing the order to Lazlo who relieved her of the fabric that bunched at her waist.

I took the seat Margaux just exited, nearly tearing my own pants to get them off.

“Lazlo, be a good boy and get the condoms from the top drawer of that sofa table.” He directed with his chin to the table directly to our right.

Lazlo sprung into action, removing the box, and separating each metallic disc before passing them around to each of us.

He passed the condom back to me. “Put this on me, with your mouth.”

I slid back onto the ground, crawling the four paces to where he stood face to face with Margaux. I pumped his cock into my mouth, gathering his salty pre-cum on my tongue and savoring his flavor.

“Let’s not make a production of this Dax.” He grit out, but not before thrusting into my mouth and pumping into it with four powerful drives. “Once he’s finished Lazlo, you’ll do the same to him.”

Gideon cradled Margaux’s head as if she were a precious doll. He leaned forward and nibbled across her lips brushing her hair from her shoulder before deepening the kiss. The two of them locked together for long minutes. Lazlo and I were powerless to do much more than sit in awe of the push and pull dynamic of that kiss.

“I want this off.” He pulled at the fabric ties of her bustier.

“It stays on.” She stayed his hand.

“Margaux,” his voice dropped to a low timbre that nearly sounded like a growl.

She unclipped the garter belt, allowing it to float to the floor, followed by her panties. The moment she did, Lazlo and I worshipped her ass, so round and pert as she stood. It was the most skin we’d seen of hers and neither was missing the opportunity. Condoms could wait.

Lazlo’s fingers sought her dripping pussy, collecting enough moisture to press into her most intimate hole. The act elicited a heady groan, her body bowing and pressing against Gideon’s condom covered cock. He spun them around like ballerinas in the last act, landing on the sofa with her between his legs.

“Look at you.” He exclaimed. “Already looking well used with those tits hanging out and that cunt on full display.”

Lazlo and I each wrapped our hands around her thighs, kissing and licking our way up her skin. We met at the apex of her pussy, which Gideon continued to explore and admire.

“Sit.”

He held his cock in place so she could climb on top of him. Rather than straddle him, she turned around, and impaled herself on him cowboy style.

“Fuck, Gideon.” Her vocal cords cracked as she lowered herself down the last few inches, humming her delight as she circled her hips and wrapped her arms over her head, cradling his as she ground his cock.

“Did I say reverse cowgirl?” He asked, a loud smack against her thigh, pulling all of our focus toward him, “I wanted to watch you while I fucked you.”

“I think I’m the one fucking you,” she laughed, circling her hips and rendering him speechless.

“Lazlo, be a good boy and eat my pussy.” She leaned further back against Gideon, using the ottoman to brace her feet and spread herself wide enough that Lazlo could fit between her legs.

Lazlo pumped his own cock a few times before kneeling in front of the pair. I watched him circle her clit before focusing on where Gideon’s cock sawed in and out of her pussy. With each tickle of Lazlo’s tongue, Gideon groaned in apogee, thrusting with conviction up into Margaux’s channel. Watching the three of them existing in that infinite loop had me yanking on my cock, while simultaneously desperate to get involved somehow.

I saw Lazlo try to yank his own cock and fall out of rhythm over and again, grunting in frustration. I insinuated myself between his body and the foot of the couch, taking his cock and sucking him as if those drops of cum would be the last thing left on the planet to savor. He was the first to blow, holding my hair just over my ears like handlebars, and pumping with fervor into my mouth.

We’d never gotten around to putting on his rubber. I proudly swallowed down everything he gave me. Once he softened, I licked him clean.

“Margaux,” Gideon groaned, “I don’t want this to end yet, my sweet dove. Your cunt is trying to yank the cum right out of me.”

The two of them moaned and squirmed, losing any sense of fluid grace while they succumbed entirely to carnal and animalistic desire. The way Gideon cupped Margaux’s throat, cradling her with a possessive grip that screamed,Domhad my cock shooting pre-cum. I pinched the tip, trying hard not to shoot from the visual stimulation. Three more pumps from Gideon and they were crying out, calling each other’s names.

“Was that good, my beautiful dove?” Gideon asked Margaux, wiping her hair out of her face.

She nodded, a soft smile on her lips.

“Me too.” He kissed her temple, cupping her jaw and holding her in place against his lips. “We have a problem, though.” He told her, his voice low and somber.

“What kind of problem?” She asked, her words slurring with the drunken laxity of the post orgasm rush of hormones.

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