“You have no patience, Elliott,” chides Bloodhound and you whimper as they finally bottom out, hips flush against yours. He’s watching over your shoulder, watching the way your hungry pussy devours Bloodhound’s cock while he sits pretty in your ass. “God, babe, Hound, can we move? Can we fuck ‘em, please? Please?” “Shit, baby, look at how good you take ‘em,” whispers Elliott and you turn your head to press your parted lips to his furry cheek. As their thick cock slides in, you find yourself wonderfully, helplessly full. They are gentler than they have ever been, eyes rapt on your face, watching for any sign of pain. You and Elliott both groan as Hound begins to push into you. They stroke themselves once, twice, before guiding the blunt head of their cock towards your dripping cunt, flushed with arousal. Hound hums, pleased, before scooting forward. “You are certain that you want this?” Bloodhound murmurs and you meet those pretty copper eyes, blown black with lust, tongue swiping out to lick their dry lower lip. It feels like you’re being split apart in the most delicious of ways and god, you want him to move, but also never leave, and Hound crawls between your parted thighs readily. Elliott buries his face into your throat, tickling your sweaty skin with his breath, mumbling something that sounds like a negative.īloodhound climbs onto the bed, watching raptly as Elliott finally lowers you onto the base of his cock. “Do you speak for me, Elliott?” Bloodhound asks, though they do not pause in the stroke of their cock. “Look at how much we’re turnin’ ‘em on, babycakes,” Elliott whispers into your ear, his voice trembling, and you shudder out, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you hit the thickest part of him, the fat middle of his shaft pushing slowly, carefully into your ass. “Hound loves this, loves to watch me fuck your tight ass.” His hands clutch your thighs, keeping them firmly apart as Hound watches you both, stroking themself from root to tip. Now, you’re focusing on the delicious friction of Elliott’s cock sliding bit by bit into your ass. You’re not even sure how you got from point A to point B today, just know that one minute you were watching some stupid comedy movie that wasn’t all that funny, then the next Hound was kissing you and Elliott was eating your cunt on the couch. Your body is covered in sweat, your back against Elliott’s chest. Sometimes, you just hang out, sitting between them on the sofa and watching shitty movies that Hound apparently thinks are ingenious. Sometimes, you listen to Hound’s stories about the arena, about their hapt kills and most challenging hunts. Sometimes you go for drinks, laughing as Elliott regales you with tales about the bar, about the ridiculous drunks that come and go. DP below, threesomes, preestablished Miragehound.Īfter their very generous offer to come home with them, you’ve been to Elliott and Hound’s apartment on several occasions.
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