Page 101 of Puck Yes

That’s it. That’s my girl. She loves her nipple play. She arches her hips higher and higher still before she slides her right hand down her stomach on a sensual, seductive path. Her hips shimmy, subtly rocking the whole time.

I desperately want to draw those tits into my mouth. She’s not even showing them to me, not even unhooking her bra, but the way she plays with them drives me wild.

Then her fingers reach the top of her panties, and I’m dying.

Stefan’s in view, and he leans back in the chair, fully dressed, urging her on with his words. A nod to her waist. A suggestion, perhaps.

“Show me, baby. Show me how wet you are,” I urge.

She doesn’t take them off, and I sigh in frustration. But then, I moan when her hand disappears into her panties. When she reaches her wet pussy, her mouth parts in a needyO. The look on her face, even from the distance in the binoculars, is so fucking sexy.

She’s so aroused. So turned on. So eager to play with herself. She looks enraptured by her own body.

Or maybe she’s enrapt by our game—knowing I’m the hawk, watching her every move, and he’s the director, moving the pieces on the chessboard. My dick is granite as I stare at the beauty on my roof working herself over.

Hand moving faster.

Hips arching.

Lips parting.

She’s fucking her fingers, losing her mind to whatever dirty fantasies are playing out in her gorgeous head, and I can’t even see her sweet pussy. She’s just taking care of herself under his direction, flicking and feeling and fucking.

Soon she’s thrusting into her hand, her head turned to the side. When she rakes her other hand into her hair, it’s like she’s about to tip over into pleasure.

She tenses. Everywhere. It’s beautiful and filthy all at once. The best kind of porn I’ve ever seen—a live sex show from the woman I’m obsessed with, put on for the two of us. The man on the roof, and the man across the street.

We’re her audience. We’re her men. And we’re so fucking lucky to watch this beauty fall apart. Head thrown back, legs spread, she comes across the block.

I can’t hear her, but I swear her cries of pleasure echo in my mind.

I don’t lower the binoculars for a good long time. Pretty sure I’ll be rock hard the rest of my life.

When I make it back to my place ten minutes later, she’s naked, and Stefan’s stripped to nothing too.

“Took you long enough,” he says to me.

I narrow my brow, suddenly annoyed. “Her wrist. We said no fucking. Nothing rough.”

He grins. “Hold her tits. I’m going to fuck them,” he says.

I am so jealous and so turned on.

A minute later, he’s straddling Ivy. Her hands are stretched above her head. She looks like a long, languid goddess. I move behind her, crouching, and pushing those beauties together so my friend can fuck those gorgeous globes.

He spits, then takes his cock in his hand, slides the makeshift lube over it, and fucks.

A thrust. A pump.

Then, a gasp from Ivy.

And then, from me. My neck is burning up. My dick is iron. My eyes are glued to the scene in front of me.

And I take my job so goddamn seriously. Stefan fucks her beautiful breasts as I hold them in place for him. Soon, slick sounds fill the air, the slap of flesh, the carnal groans, Ivy’s sexy little gasps.

Then, a long, strangled moan from Stefan as he spills all over her tits.

I burn up inside. When he slides off, Ivy drags a finger through his climax, then turns my way to slowly, seductively lick it off while gazing at me. I nearly bust a nut.

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