You look back to see Phoebe stepping out of her skirt. In her cute white bra and panties she swings down low to push herself delicately between your legs, her nimble fingers parting your knees. Kneeling, she pulls back your still unbuttoned fly and raises your cock from your pants, looking up into your eyes and smiling naughtily, deliciously. Her hair falling to the floor and over her pearly, slender shoulders, she holds you delicately and pauses, sensing the control she has.
You hold your breath; she lowers, takes you into her mouth and again you feel that warm, tender comfort tipping your cock, drawing you in. Breathing out deeply, you let your head fall back and close your eyes.
A sensation on your neck: you jolt open your eyes to see the crown of Tracey’s chestnut head up close, before closing them again in a swoon of the subtlest ecstasy. Ever so tenderly, erotically, she lets her open mouth close on the skin of your neck, her silk tongue tingling its sensitivity, now exploring with its tip, now pressing its soft fullness, then closing each caress with a pressing, sealing kiss.
Your consciousness flits to Phoebe’s velvety tongue still taking your cock into her mouth, her lips riding about the length smoothly as she begins to find a hesitant, delicate rhythm. Sliding deeper down the couch, Phoebe’s hair brushing about your semi-exposed thighs, and with Tracey's sweet, soft mouth still breathily teasing at your neck, you feel a delicious hum of pleasure surround you, surmounting your crotch, spreading to your toes - - yet you have no sense yet of a climax. The girl to your left begins to pet more passionately, her breath singing deep against your skin as her small hand moves under your open shirt to your chest, pressing fingers and nails in a clasping spider-shape, dragging across as if she wants to dig inside you. Resisting no more you open your eyes and press your face instantly to hers, forcing her head up and back from your neck, kissing her angrily, passionately.
Sensing the passion above but not perturbed by the rival for your affection, Phoebe begins to rock back and forth a little faster . . . Your one hand rests on her bobbing crown, your other caressing Tracey’s sensuous throat . . . pulling the shirt open, grasping across her small, pert breasts beneath their satin bra. Tracey with a delightful eagerness pulls the shirt over her head and wraps her left leg over your lap in front of Phoebe.
Both taking a breath, you have a moment to take each other in, breathing heavily, still straining against Phoebe’s cocksucking: Tracey’s beautiful hazel eyes, pupils swelled and dark, a thin strain from her ruffled hair fallen across her mouth.
Without waiting any longer you rush your hand up under her skirt, past the black tights, quickly rubbing the gusset of her satin panties aside with your finger. Clasping your mouth to her neck and kissing voraciously, you plunge your middle, then your index finger into Tracey’s pussy which accepts you without resistance. You press forward, pulling your fingers ever so slightly against her belly from inside, tearing from her mouth an intake of breath, then a loud, melodic gasp. As you begin to plunge and re-plunge inside her, she sings out a nearly uninterrupted flurry of airy yelps. Moving your thumb to the notch in front and taking one finger out of her pussy to lightly caress the svelte crack further back, successive jolts of adrenaline nearly blot out completely the otherwise unavoidable sensation between your thighs, as the gorgeous blonde girl you hardly know gently takes one of your testicles into her mouth.
This threat and slight pain threatening to eclipse the swirling tenderness of Phoebe’s wet, warm mouth swells you into a near-fit of desire for one of these girls.
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