It feels amazing, the stretch of Travis' cock inside her. She's so wet that it seems to glide in effortlessly, opening her up bit by bit. She pauses with just the first few inches inside, rocks back and forth for a moment, then sinks down until she's settled fully into his lap. Next to her, Laura has shed her bra as well and is shucking her leggings off. Marisha circles her hips to feel the range of possible angles, then rocks up and back down gently. Laura kneels on the couch and leans in to kiss her, and now her own taste is mixed in with the anise and vanilla. Her hand goes to Laura's breast, caresses the fullness of it.
Travis grips Marisha's hips and takes over the pacing, dragging her up and down his cock while she focuses on sliding her fingers between Laura's legs. She's wet, really wet, and pants against Marisha's lips as Marisha's hand roams. She lets out another of those adorably sexy squeaks when Marisha's fingers find her clit. She rolls her hips against Marisha's hand, moans out with abandon. Travis leans forward and down to take Laura's nipple into his mouth, runs his teeth along it, switches to Marisha's. His hips are pumping slow but deep into her, sending tingles of lightning up her body every time he sinks in all the way.
It doesn't take much to send Laura over the edge - she's sensitive; Marisha likes that - and her thighs clamp hard around Marisha's hand as she whimpers through an orgasm. Marisha can just feel the flood of wetness at the tips of her fingers. She pulls them back up to her own mouth, takes her time licking each one. Travis' jaw goes a little slack, and he pulls Marisha down harder onto his cock. Laura sags back against the couch for a moment - Marisha takes it as a cue to concentrate on Travis for a bit, to brace her hands against his shoulders and thrust her hips down to meet each jerk of his own.
She leans back a little, and the sensation is more of a glow than anything each time his cock brushes just the right way against the walls of her cunt. He keeps her steady; Laura moves in again to press kisses to Marisha's breasts. Marisha lifts Laura's head, kisses her lips, leans down further to circle her tongue around a lovely brown nipple. She catches it between her lips, her teeth, bites down hard enough that Laura squeaks again. She moves to kiss Laura's sternum, the top of her belly, trying her best to stay straddling Travis.
"Hold up," Travis says after a moment, stops thrusting long enough to shift them so he's sitting sideways on the couch, Marisha straddling him backward.
"Yeah," Marisha says, "Yeah," and leans forward, pressing Laura down to the couch with thighs open on either side of Marisha's shoulders. From behind her, Travis thrusts in, and now that glow is full-on fire within her with each press of his cock. She turns her head to nuzzle Laura's thigh, press a kiss to the soft skin at the very top. Laura twitches as Marisha breathes hot over her cunt, then moans high when she presses her tongue to her clit.
The taste of her is amazing as Marisha dives in. It's been a while since she's eaten pussy, but Laura's vocal, and it gives her plenty of encouragement when she finds the right spots and patterns. She works her tongue over Laura's clit in a varied rhythm, sometimes tracing with the tip and other times giving broad strokes, occasionally sucking the flesh into her mouth and letting go with a delightful wet pop. All the while, Travis keeps up his rhythm behind her, her hips bucking down involuntarily to meet him.
Travis reaches around Marisha's hips to rub at her clit, and with Laura's thighs clenched over her shoulders, a hand tangled in her hair, and Travis' cock hitting the right spot again and again, Marisha falls silent as climax shoots through her again, tightening every muscle. Travis fucks her through it, and she can't tell if it's one long orgasm or many in a row - each time she sucks in a breath, her body seizes up again until he stills as well, fingers pressing hard into her clit as he groans out and his cock twitches inside her.
Marisha pants against Laura for a moment, whines softly when Travis pulls out of her. Her body collapses against the couch, save for her mouth, which finds its way back to Laura's clit. She licks at her, hearing Travis' padding footsteps and the sound of the condom being tossed in the trash. Marisha flicks her tongue hard, feels wetness pour down her chin as Laura twists her fingers into her hair and comes hard against her mouth. She doesn't realize Travis has come back until she feels a broad hand on her back. She pulls away as Laura twitches through the aftershocks of orgasm, kisses Travis. His tongue curls into her mouth, tasting his wife on her lips.
His fingers dip between Laura's legs and press into her, two at once; Laura gasps, shifts so her legs open around the both of them. Travis leans in to lick at her, and Marisha does as well, their tongues sliding side-by-side against Laura's clit.
"Fuck," Laura grits out, "Fucking - fuck." Travis twists and curls his fingers - the wet sound is a counterpoint to Laura's high, hitched whimpers. They trade off sweeping their tongues across Laura's clit, or they both pulse in together, or they lose themselves and kiss each other for a moment, Laura sounding more desperate all the while until she comes once more, pushing Travis' fingers out of her with the force of it. Marisha and Travis both hold her as she does, pressing kisses to her thighs, her hips, until she twitches a couple times and lies still, panting. Marisha laughs softly.
Girls' Night, Laura/Marisha/Travis, NC-17, 3/4
Travis grips Marisha's hips and takes over the pacing, dragging her up and down his cock while she focuses on sliding her fingers between Laura's legs. She's wet, really wet, and pants against Marisha's lips as Marisha's hand roams. She lets out another of those adorably sexy squeaks when Marisha's fingers find her clit. She rolls her hips against Marisha's hand, moans out with abandon. Travis leans forward and down to take Laura's nipple into his mouth, runs his teeth along it, switches to Marisha's. His hips are pumping slow but deep into her, sending tingles of lightning up her body every time he sinks in all the way.
It doesn't take much to send Laura over the edge - she's sensitive; Marisha likes that - and her thighs clamp hard around Marisha's hand as she whimpers through an orgasm. Marisha can just feel the flood of wetness at the tips of her fingers. She pulls them back up to her own mouth, takes her time licking each one. Travis' jaw goes a little slack, and he pulls Marisha down harder onto his cock. Laura sags back against the couch for a moment - Marisha takes it as a cue to concentrate on Travis for a bit, to brace her hands against his shoulders and thrust her hips down to meet each jerk of his own.
She leans back a little, and the sensation is more of a glow than anything each time his cock brushes just the right way against the walls of her cunt. He keeps her steady; Laura moves in again to press kisses to Marisha's breasts. Marisha lifts Laura's head, kisses her lips, leans down further to circle her tongue around a lovely brown nipple. She catches it between her lips, her teeth, bites down hard enough that Laura squeaks again. She moves to kiss Laura's sternum, the top of her belly, trying her best to stay straddling Travis.
"Hold up," Travis says after a moment, stops thrusting long enough to shift them so he's sitting sideways on the couch, Marisha straddling him backward.
"Yeah," Marisha says, "Yeah," and leans forward, pressing Laura down to the couch with thighs open on either side of Marisha's shoulders. From behind her, Travis thrusts in, and now that glow is full-on fire within her with each press of his cock. She turns her head to nuzzle Laura's thigh, press a kiss to the soft skin at the very top. Laura twitches as Marisha breathes hot over her cunt, then moans high when she presses her tongue to her clit.
The taste of her is amazing as Marisha dives in. It's been a while since she's eaten pussy, but Laura's vocal, and it gives her plenty of encouragement when she finds the right spots and patterns. She works her tongue over Laura's clit in a varied rhythm, sometimes tracing with the tip and other times giving broad strokes, occasionally sucking the flesh into her mouth and letting go with a delightful wet pop. All the while, Travis keeps up his rhythm behind her, her hips bucking down involuntarily to meet him.
Travis reaches around Marisha's hips to rub at her clit, and with Laura's thighs clenched over her shoulders, a hand tangled in her hair, and Travis' cock hitting the right spot again and again, Marisha falls silent as climax shoots through her again, tightening every muscle. Travis fucks her through it, and she can't tell if it's one long orgasm or many in a row - each time she sucks in a breath, her body seizes up again until he stills as well, fingers pressing hard into her clit as he groans out and his cock twitches inside her.
Marisha pants against Laura for a moment, whines softly when Travis pulls out of her. Her body collapses against the couch, save for her mouth, which finds its way back to Laura's clit. She licks at her, hearing Travis' padding footsteps and the sound of the condom being tossed in the trash. Marisha flicks her tongue hard, feels wetness pour down her chin as Laura twists her fingers into her hair and comes hard against her mouth. She doesn't realize Travis has come back until she feels a broad hand on her back. She pulls away as Laura twitches through the aftershocks of orgasm, kisses Travis. His tongue curls into her mouth, tasting his wife on her lips.
His fingers dip between Laura's legs and press into her, two at once; Laura gasps, shifts so her legs open around the both of them. Travis leans in to lick at her, and Marisha does as well, their tongues sliding side-by-side against Laura's clit.
"Fuck," Laura grits out, "Fucking - fuck." Travis twists and curls his fingers - the wet sound is a counterpoint to Laura's high, hitched whimpers. They trade off sweeping their tongues across Laura's clit, or they both pulse in together, or they lose themselves and kiss each other for a moment, Laura sounding more desperate all the while until she comes once more, pushing Travis' fingers out of her with the force of it. Marisha and Travis both hold her as she does, pressing kisses to her thighs, her hips, until she twitches a couple times and lies still, panting. Marisha laughs softly.