While her pussy was still swollen, he sought her ninth orgasm. Laying Kimani on the bed, Ben spooned her. He lifted her top leg to give him easier access to her pussy. He could see she was starting to tire, but she moaned when he sank his cock between her swollen folds. He cupped her breast and played with her still-sensitive nipple. She had looked fucking amazing in sideways suspension, her breasts jiggling to and fro, the clamps swinging from them, her hair coming undone.
He slid his hand between her thighs and fondled her there, his fingers brushing against his own shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. Her orgasm took a little longer to build this time, and she would have forgotten to ask for permission if he hadn’t prompted her. Her body clenched on his cock as she erupted. He slammed his hips into her, smacking his pelvis against her arse to achieve his own orgasm.
“You’re almost there, pet,” he said, brushing his lips over her ear after they had rested for several minutes. He savored the feel of holding her in his arms, her damp body still hot against him.
“I don’t know if I can make it,” she sighed.
“You won’t with that mindset. You want that childcare center, don’t you?”
“Right.”
“It’s the fourth quarter. Final minutes. Starters have been in most of the game, but the coach is counting on you.”
She chuckled. “Yeah, but I think I’d rather take on Tennessee or Connecticut.”
He flipped her onto her back and smiled. “Can the Huskies do this?”
He rolled his thumb over her clitoris and inserted his fingers into her snatch and hit the G-spot. She moaned and fluttered her lashes rapidly.
“Though the thought of you taking on five women,” he pondered aloud. “I might defer to that, too.”
Kimani getting gang-banged in hot lesbian action would be hard to beat.
“How ’bout it?” he asked as he fondled her and watched as she caressed herself from her belly to her breasts.
“How ’bout what?” she asked dreamily.
“There are members here who would probably jump your bones in a heartbeat.”
She stared at him, wondering if he was serious.
“I can make it happen.”
“I’m sure you’d like to,” she said. “What is it about girl on girl for guys?”
He drew her wetness to the puckered hole below. A lot of her moisture had already dripped there, but it would need more lubrication.
“Does guy-on-guy action not turn you on?”
“It’s okay. Probably depends on my mood. But I doubt it has the same effect girl on girl has for you.”
He coated his pinky finger with her juices and slowly inserted it into her anus. She drew in a sharp breath, then relaxed at the intrusion.
“What would you offer for me to make out with another woman?”
He stared at her, stunned. It was his turn to wonder if she was serious. Part of him didn’t want to share her, even with another woman, but he’d be a bloody moron to pass up such an erotic opportunity.
“A lot,” he admitted.
He applied a thumb to her clit, two digits in her slit, and one in her arsehole.
“Yeah? How much?” she managed to ask between moans.
“Don’t go down that road unless you’re serious.”
She pursed her lips. “Well, I wouldn’t go crazy and do more than one woman at a time.”
He envisioned Kimani kissing another woman, their soft, supple lips joining over and over. Then he imagined them caressing each other, feeling each other up, masturbating each other. His hard-on was ready to burst.