Almost unwillingly, her eyes wide and reeling with shock, Aubrey looked down to Peter's slick manhood. Connecting them. Opening her up. Letting in coursing sensations that might prove too much for her.
But Aubrey couldn't resist trying this wild euphoria. She slunk down his length, twisting her hips around as she helped herself to all his massive erection. Her pleasure increasing with Jenna snapping pictures, memorializing the growing fervor of their sex.
"You look good with a cock inside you," Jenna observed.
"She feels good with a cock inside her too," Peter grunted.
"I wanna feel good too," Jenna moaned, running her hand down Aubrey's spine, her big limpid eyes on Peter and Aubrey's joining.
It was impossible to say whether her lust was for Peter or for Aubrey. It seemed omnivorous, just wanting to be included in the fuck they were having.
"You should fuck him like this," Aubrey suggested. "You can't handle all his big cock in your little pussy. This way, you can just take what feels good."
"I want all of it. That's what would feel good."
Aubrey pumped herself up and down, her ponytail bobbing, her beautiful ass slapping down on Peter's thighs with shocks that sent a ripple all through the ripe pertness of her buttocks.
"Shit--this doesn't feel half-bad," Aubrey moaned. "I actually don't mind having my cunt reamed out...
ghooo...
even when it's by a huge dick! Even when it's--fuck!--like fucking a baseball bat!"
"You love it," Jenna cooed to her. "You're thinking that you can come over here whenever you want and get your brains fucked out, because Mr. P can't say no to you and your tight cunt."
"Well, he can't!" Aubrey said defensively.
"You've gotta take more pictures of us, though," Jenna bargained to Peter, leaning on the armrest of his chair to whisper in his ear while Aubrey bounced on his cock. "You've got to make us look like fucking models and give us lots of dirty pictures for us to look at while we jill off." Her lips brushed against his earlobe. "And when you're bad, we'll stop fucking you--we'll just look at all your dirty pictures instead. So you'll always have to keep us happy if you want to keep playing with our tight cunts."
"Unless you get addicted to my prick," Peter grunted, rutting off the seat of his chair, jabbing himself up into Aubrey's sweet cunt. "Unless you can't live without that hot little look on your face."
Aubrey gave him a deathly stare, but kept riding him, humping up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her insatiable pussy. Peter reached down and grasped her legs, throwing them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed Aubrey by her slender waist, his hands easily meeting around it, at thumbs and forefingers. Then he stood.
Aubrey hung from him, her hands tightly gripping his neck for further support, looking like she was choking him except there was no strength in her fingers. Not once Peter swung her, arms flexing to extend her out and then pull her back onto his skewering cock. Sucking her into its impalement, then freeing her of it.
As she was carried away from her penetration, Aubrey cursed and cried out for more, her eyes blazing--furious at even the prospect of denial.
"Oh shit," Jenna breathed, voicing a fraction of what Aubrey was feeling as she received, over and over again, what she demanded from Peter. "I've never seen anyone fucked like that... fuck me like that, Peter. I'm even lighter than her!"
"Wait your fucking turn!" Aubrey gritted out, overzealous eyes now sweeping to Jenna, trying to incinerate her with stare alone.
"I'm fucking you like a pocket pussy, Aubrey!" Peter barked, pumping her faster on his prick until she was shuddering, moaning with unending pleasure. "Like my own personal cock holster!"
"Oh!
Ohhh!
I love it!" Aubrey admitted, too cock-drunk to keep up her poker face. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. "I'm getting it, Mr. P! I'm coming!"
