This woman is a thing of beauty, he thinks to himself. So free, giving, and ready to experience ecstasy, it’s fucking beautiful.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elsie, you have no idea,” Brian growls as he opens his shorts and lets them fall to the floor. He kicks them to the side of the room, so they’ll be out of the way when it’s time for them to stand Elsie up for her next experience.
Her little ass wiggles in response to Brian’s words, almost inviting him to take it, and her smile widens in contentment.
“Yes she is, Brian, amazing. And she’s ours. Ours to please, enjoy, and to give her what she needs. She chose us, Bro, and it’s an honor,” John remarks roughly, while holding Elsie’s hands with one hand and reaching down to stroke the globes of her breasts with his other.
Brian’s hands travel down the roundness of her ass cheeks, then continue down the backs of her thighs. The towel that slid off is now lying in a heap, on the floor next to her legs. Elsie’s back arches and her ass juts up a little higher. Brian’s hands come back up the insides of her thighs to graze over her wet pussy, which is peeking out between the juncture of her thighs. Her knees part a little more, opening up for his touch. His fingers butterfly up over the crease between her cheeks and up her back again. When they reach the back of her neck, Elsie begins to rub her face into John’s lap. Her lips are parting and the smile has faded, replaced now with need.
Brian’s fingers make their way back down her back, over the crease of her ass, then her wet mound, grazing her swelling clit and before gliding down her legs.
John’s fingers circle her nipples. He’s coming closer and closer to clasping them in his fingers, like she’s silently begging him to do. John can feel her fighting the desire to press them into his hands and get the satisfaction she so desperately craves. He flicks the hard peak, then places the tip of his finger on it rubbing it gently.
Elsie’s hips jerk with the soft stimulation.
Brian begins to knead the flesh on the backs of her thighs, while making his way upward. He’s moving slowly, tortuously, each inch of her flesh bringing her another step closer to fulfillment. His hands are massage the meaty flesh of her ass as his thumbs brush over her folds and her oozing hole. He lowers his face and rubs his cheek against the smooth flesh of her ass cheek, while making little circles with his tongue. He nibbles on the tantalizing skin, wanting to taste her. Elsie moans softly as she pushes back into Brian while burying her face in John’s crotch, her teeth moving over his hardness. John pulls Elsie’s hands over his head and around his neck, stretching her body out further. Elsie’s legs part a little more. She’s almost ready, right on the verge of cumming, but it’s not time yet, she’s not begging.
Brian’s fingers begin to slide between the wet lips of her pussy, as his other hand holds her back firmly, to keep her still. He’s driving and she’s along for the ride.
He circles his finger slowly around her entrance, then spreads her satiny juices all over her, covering her completely from her back hole all the way up to her clit. He inserts the tip of his finger inside her and continues the circles, massaging her, stroking the hot flesh inside. That one fingertip begins to thrust slowly in and out of Elsie as his thumb starts to circle her back hole teasingly. Brian can feel Elsie’s walls clenching inside, grabbing for him, trying to pull him deeper, needing more.
Not yet, Baby Girl, but soon.
John has both of Elsie’s breasts in his big hands, stroking, kneading, and tantalizing them. Elsie has found the tip of John’s cock and has started nibbling, licking, and sucking it through his pants. Her hunger is beginning to skyrocket, with Brian’s fingers fucking her ever so gently and John flicking and pulling and making her nipples scream with delight. She’s pulled taut, she can’t push herself any further on to Brian to seek the satisfaction she needs, to quench her raging lust.
“Oh God…,” she murmurs rubbing her face on John’s cock.
“What do you want, Angel?” John whispers roughly.
“Please, I want to taste you,” she moans deeply.
“What else, Elsie, what do you need,” he growls grabbing her breasts tightly.
“Please…let me cum,” she begs hungrily.
“Soon, Angel, you’re almost ready,” Brian responds tightly from behind her, turning his fingers inside her to rub against her magical, sensitive, spot.
“Oh, please…,” Elsie lets out a long ragged moan.
Brian’s balls are aching, his cock is throbbing. He wants to slam into her so badly and bury himself in her tight, wet, hot, pussy until his toes curl. But it’s not time yet.
“Soon, Angel…,” John murmurs as he opens his pants and frees his throbbing cock.
She was born for this, she submits so beautifully, so naturally, she’s perfect. I would gladly let my cock ache for hours just to have the honor of watching her writhe in pleasure, John thinks as his heart swells, looking down at the vision in his lap.
Elsie’s tongue lavishes John’s cock, every inch of it, every vein and every ridge she outlines with the tip of it. Her lips place sucking kisses on the head, the shaft, his balls, every piece of skin. She hungrily licks the pre-cum oozing from him, then sucks him in begging for more. Her mouth moves to place tiny little nibbles up the velvety steel shaft. She starts at the base, biting, nipping, licking all along the edge. She moves
