“Come here, Ari-baby,” he coaxes.
She crawls to him, straddling his hips, but then he rolls them and again I’m grateful as fuck our bed finally arrived. There’s plenty of room for all of us to play and watch. I lay down on the bed, content as fuck as Cy slides deep inside our woman’s waiting depths.
He groans and tips his head back toward the ceiling. When he looks back down at her, there’s a smile on his lips as he whispers, “So fucking messy.”
Ariel’s cheeks pink in the most adorable way, but before she can protest or doubt how fucking hot we think it is for her to be filled with our cum as we fuck her, he dips his head and sucks one of her hard nipples into his mouth. She arches her back in response and it’s a glorious sight.
He adjusts his weight onto one forearm next to her head, his other hand coming up to wrap around her throat. She fucking loves it, loves feeling that freedom, loves flying high.
The first time she came as she was deprived of oxygen, it solidified everything I already knew about her.
She’s ours.
Cy fucks her deep and slow, grinding his body against hers. I know her pleasure is going to be slow to build, but it will obliterate her when it takes over. I’m so fucking glad I have a front row seat to it. She’s so damn beautiful when she comes.