She wants two sets of hands on her at once. The red room gives her exactly that. Soft lighting, heavier music, bodies already warm. A man kneels between her legs while a woman slides behind her, kissing the back of her neck. She feels the woman’s breasts against her shoulders, the man’s tongue parting her. She reaches down, wraps her fingers in his hair, guides him deeper. The woman’s fingers find her nipples, pinching, rolling, sending sharp little shocks down her spine. She spreads wider. The man slips two fingers inside her, curling, finding that spot that makes her hips jerk. The woman’s tongue traces her ear, then her teeth graze the lobe. She comes once like that, quiet, quick, almost surprised. They don’t stop. The woman lies back, legs open, and she turns to taste her while the man pushes into her from behind. Every thrust rocks her forward, pushes her mouth harder against the woman’s cunt. Sweat beads on her back. The man grips her hips, pulls her onto him again and again. The woman moans, thighs trembling around her face. She loses track of whose fingers are where. When she comes again, she’s shaking, mouth slick, cunt clenching around the man’s cock. He follows right after, buried deep, breath hot against her shoulder. They stay tangled, breathing hard, skin sticking where it touches. She already knows she’ll want more.
Swing - Episode 1
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Jun 25, 2015
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She wants two sets of hands on her at once. The red room gives her exactly that. Soft lighting, heavier music, bodies already warm. A man kneels between her legs while a woman slides behind her, kissing the back of her neck. She feels the woman’s breasts against her shoulders, the man’s tongue parting her. She reaches down, wraps her fingers in his hair, guides him deeper. The woman’s fingers find her nipples, pinching, rolling, sending sharp little shocks down her spine. She spreads wider. The man slips two fingers inside her, curling, finding that spot that makes her hips jerk. The woman’s tongue traces her ear, then her teeth graze the lobe. She comes once like that, quiet, quick, almost surprised. They don’t stop. The woman lies back, legs open, and she turns to taste her while the man pushes into her from behind. Every thrust rocks her forward, pushes her mouth harder against the woman’s cunt. Sweat beads on her back. The man grips her hips, pulls her onto him again and again. The woman moans, thighs trembling around her face. She loses track of whose fingers are where. When she comes again, she’s shaking, mouth slick, cunt clenching around the man’s cock. He follows right after, buried deep, breath hot against her shoulder. They stay tangled, breathing hard, skin sticking where it touches. She already knows she’ll want more.
