Tag: The Family

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He felt those wondrous feelings again. He knew what they were.

He lowered his cupped hand to the nape of her neck, encouragingly prodding her action with the tips of his fingers.

But something was odd. Her touch was gentler. Her motions were different. Her hair was straighter, longer. His mind searched in a million directions for an answer, but the grip of confusion was too strong.

What he was sure of was that it was not a dream. He was awake. It was real.

Squinting against the mid-evening sun spilling through the bedroom windows, he peered at the figure, watching as it slowly bobbed on his erection. He could now see that it wasn’t Tawny. It was Blake.

He was paralyzed with panic, but quickly shook it off. “Blake, stop that,” he scolded in a hushed whisper. “What are you doing? Tawny’s going to kill us.”

She looked up at him with a half grin, tonging and toying the thick strand of pre-ejaculate she’d milked to the top. “You’re sure?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m sure.” Blake took him deep within, holding him firmly. He countered with a straight-arm to the brow but rapidly weakened, giving way to libidinous gratification. “Come on, Blake, you’ve got to stop. Please… We can’t do this. Tawny’s going to come in here any minute.”

A voice sounded from across the room. “She’s already here.”

He turned to her. She was seated deep within the sumptuous recliner. Her steely blue eyes were laser-focused.

A flood of guilt overcame him. His heart pounded. Sweat rushed from every pore. As he wiped the rheum away with the edges of his hands, he tried to make sense of it all. “Tawny, do you see what’s going on here?”

“Of course I do… I sent her, Paco. You can’t expect a hot young girl like Blake not to have needs. She’s yours. She belongs to you. We both belong to you.”

Tawny rose from the plush easy chair. He watched with unknowing expectancy as she sashayed towards him. She climbed lithely atop, pressing her bare body to his muscular torso. She rasped into his ear. “It’s okay, baby, just relax.” Tawny performed a sensual downward glissade, placing gentle kisses to his neck, chest, and stomach.

She positioned herself next to Blake, gripping the base of his shaft. She began a slow, tight stroke. Blake looked on intently.

Tawny studied his expressions as she increased her pace. His legs began to tremble. His hips shook spasmodically to her steady rhythm.

Tawny instructed. “Let it hit you.” Blake leaned in closer, squeezing her lids tightly in anticipation.

Paco rocked back and forward, pounding the mattress with clenched fists. “Now, Blake! He’s about to come… You’re ready?!”

“I’m ready.”

Paco’s body stiffened. He convulsed uncontrollably, instinctively humping Tawny’s taut grip. He grunted, bellowed, and moaned as blasts of semen exploded from his rod, painting Blake’s tender grin.

Through her fluid-soaked lashes, she looked to Tawny. “It’s so hot. I didn’t know it would be so hot.” Tawny gently swiped a wad from Blake’s cheek, placing it to her parted lips, drawing it in, and swallowing. “It’s yummy too.” She handed Paco’s spent member to Blake. “Here, take it. There’s some more in there. Get the rest of it.”

Blake placed the supple phallus into her mouth, suckling, drinking him dry.

Lightheadedness descended upon him. Paco began to fade.

He watched from the corners of his eyes as the frolicking girls removed themselves from the scene. Their joyous sounds became increasingly distant. Their naked bodies softened to a blur.

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