Michael
James lying to one side of her, restraining her with long arms, his erection pressed against her, I mount her, settling between wide-spread thighs. My weight holding her now, James releases his grip. And now I take her wrists, pinned over her head. My eyes locked with hers, I probe her; my cockhead pressing at her entrance, the quivering muscle that, as I press in, contracts around my flesh.
She's ready. She is so ready. The wet heat of her passage welcomes me as, in a single silken movement, I sheath myself in her.
Both of us....
.... the Three of us....
I roll with her, bringing us to lie together on our sides, James behind her. “Lift your thigh," I whisper.
She sighs, her eyes half-closing, then blinking at the sound of the bed-side drawer behind her opening. then clicking
