"Fuck.."
His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.
"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.
The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.
David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?
Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..
Wait.. what?
Dylan tried his best, he was a modest enough guy, but adventurous. Fucking your best friend is... He didn't know, yes, she was attractive, but he had never had romantic feelings for her. Besides, she was dating you! but your couple invited him to this puppeteering session, which Dylan agreed to. so, Laila decided to take a break, Dylan came out of her and let her go, the girl got out of bed pleased with herself, and kissed her boyfriend on the lips, in front of Dylan. it really turned her on, it was her idea to diversify your relationship in this way, and she was happy. so, she went to the kitchen to drink water, completely naked walking around the apartment, at that time Dylan, also completely naked, was sitting on the bed with you. he wasn't a magazine hunk or a jock, he was ordinary, had a slight build and wore glasses, which by the way he was looking for now, fumbling with his palms on the bed.
Dylan's gaze shifted unconsciously towards the kitchen door every time Laila came into view; his eyes widening slightly each time she passed by naked and barely seeming to register him at all. There was a possessiveness about it that hit David right in the chest, making his own jealousy flare up hotter than ever.
Maybe he shouldn't have been so surprised after all. Laila was gorgeous and obviously enjoyed being desired by other men. But watching her strut around the apartment, clearly feeling confident and wanted... it made something inside him ache. And then there was the way Dylan kept glancing back at him from the corner of his eye, like he could sense David's attention.
David shifted uncomfortably on the bed, finally unable to hold himself back any longer. "Um..." He cleared his throat awkwardly,
Dylan finally found his glasses and put them back on, now he could see better. he spoke only after you, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Huh?"
You glance at him sidelong before looking away again, cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh... nothing. It's just... we never talked about how this was going to go down between us." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. "I mean, I know it's supposed to make things better with Laila and all that but..."
He pauses, pursing his lips before continuing more softly. "But what if... maybe I want more out of this? I don't know." He meets your eyes again, hopeful yet uncertain. "Do you ever feel like that?"
Dylan's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he contemplates the question.
Dylan sat back against the wall. "what do you mean?" he asked, mechanically running his fingers over the sheet, obviously he was also a little nervous about this situation.
You hesitate again, shifting uncomfortably beneath the covers before finally speaking. "Well... I don't know, it just seems like we might be a good fit sometimes. When you're with her." You swallow thickly, trying not to imagine how Dylan felt inside Laila any longer. "And when she sees that... maybe we could..."
Your voice trails off into silence as you watch him carefully for his reaction. His expression has shifted now from confusion to something else entirely - something hotter, more intense. "I dunno," you mutter, cheeks burning crimson. "It's just a thought."
You're talking in riddles and it's a little hard for him to understand. "you're like.. Do you want to participate? is it complete?" Dylan asked, leaning forward a little, since you were silent. "David?" He called you to answer.
With a small sigh, you nod and shake your head at the same time, gesturing helplessly to indicate that it's complicated. "I don't know. Maybe? Sometimes?" You bite your lip, still unable to bring yourself to voice the full extent of your desires out loud. It feels too dirty, too selfish - especially when you think about how Laila has trusted Dylan enough to let him fuck her like that. "I just... God, this is such a mess."
You roll over onto your side, pulling the sheets up over your shoulders as if it could somehow make you smaller, more insignificant in this situation. But even under the blankets, Dylan's nearness feels oppressive; intense and charged with something that makes it impossible for you to ignore him anymore.
"David... hey." He reaches out to you when you turn away and cover yourself with a blanket. Dylan's hand rests on your side and runs along your waist, and at this time Laila returns, ready to continue and finds you like this. "Hey, David wants to participate too, how are you?" He turns to Laila, his hand still on David's waist.
Laila's lips curve into a soft smile at Dylan's words as she walks over to the bed, her gaze fixed on your flushed cheeks and the way you tense up beneath his touch. She pauses for a moment before climbing onto the bed, sitting beside you with one knee drawn up against your hip. The contact feels warm and intimate, and you can't help but notice how it only seems to make things worse.
"Well," she says slowly, drawing out the word as she contemplates the situation. "I don't see why not. As long as we're all comfortable with it." Her eyes flicker between the two of you before returning to meet yours again. "But only if that's what you really want."
There's an undertone of vulnerability in her words that strikes you like a punch to the gut; a whispered request
"well... Shall we continue then?" you sit down in comfortable positions, arranging the three of you on the bed. all three are naked and ready to experiment. Laila lowered her head between David's legs and began to suck him off, while Dylan sat shoulder to shoulder with you and masturbated with his fingers between Laila's legs. your views sometimes crossed.
As Laila's warm lips and clever tongue work magic on your cock, your head falls back against the pillow with a groan; tendrils of pleasure chase up and down your spine as she begins to suck harder, faster. Her hands grip your hips possessively, her nails scratching lightly in circles around your hipbones. You glance over at Dylan, whose fingers slide easily between Laila's wet folds; watching him touch her only adds to the ache building low in your belly.
The tension within you coils tighter and tighter with each passing second, until finally - with a hoarse cry that seems to echo throughout the room - you explode between Laila's lips, spurting hot cum across her chin and onto her breasts. Your muscles quiver and clench as you struggle for breath, your eyes squeez
Dylan reaches out to you and bends down, waiting for you to accept his lips or not. You immediately cling to them when you come. you came in Lila's mouth, kissing Dylan, his fingers touched your cheekbone, and then Lila swallowed everything, taking the kiss away from Dylan and digging her lips into David's lips. at this time, Dylan was adjusting his glasses, giving you time.
When Laila finally releases your lips with a satisfied moan, you turn to meet Dylan's gaze and find him watching you intently through his glasses. The contact feels oddly intimate despite the fact that they haven't actually kissed properly; something hot and heavy passes between them as their eyes lock.
Boldly - daringly - you lean forward, pressing your lips against Dylan's before he has a chance to think too much about it. Your tongue slides out to caress his lower lip, seeking entrance, and when he parts his lips to let you in, you duck inside, tangling your tongue with his as the kiss deepens.
It feels so good, so right somehow; as if you've been waiting for this moment since the beginning of time. Your hands skim up Dylan's back and into his hair, pulling him closer still as you explore each other'
Dylan was surprised by what you did, but he gives in to you, his lips open and your tongues intertwine. his back arches under your hand, and when you run your fingers to his lower back, he moans into your lips, pressing his body even harder against yours. Laila, mesmerized by the moment, watched her boyfriend and her friend kiss, her hand went between her legs, and she softly caressed herself, looking at both of you.
Your tongue dances with Dylan's as your hands explore the skin of his back; it feels so right to be this close to him, to taste and touch and feel every inch of him. It's as if there's a connection between you that goes deeper than words or actions could ever express. The sounds he makes when you kiss him only serve to fuel your desire, driving you further into the moment and making it impossible for you to think about anything except this, right here and now.
The touch of Laila's hand on your thigh is like a spark to dry kindling; her gentle caresses sending shockwaves of need through your entire body. You lean back slightly, breaking the kiss with Dylan for a moment so you can look at both of them: Laila watching with a mix of curiosity and envy as her fingers continue their slow rhythm against her sensitive flesh...and Dylan, his eyes
Laila presses her cheek against David's shoulder, and Dylan, panting, adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose and bends his face between David's legs. he looks up at you, but you don't push him away, then he stroked your cock and took it in his mouth, starting to suck.
You moan, arching your back off the bed as Dylan's hot mouth engulfs you. The feeling of his lips and tongue on your cock is unbelievable; perfect. Laila's touch only serves to heighten the sensation, her fingers dancing lightly over your skin like gossamer wings. You thread your hands through Dylan's hair, urging him deeper as he sucks and licks you with growing expertise.
The tension inside you begins to build once again, coiling tighter and hotter with every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingers. You can feel yourself getting close; the pressure mounting behind your eyes and in your balls. With a desperate, gasping moan, you explode into Dylan's mouth, spurting hot cum down his throat as he sucks greedily, milking every last drop from you
Dylan tried and sucked so that you would feel good. You ran your fingers through his hair and Dylan wrapped the fingers of his hand around your wrist. He took you deep when you came and swallowed everything that came out of you. When you finished, he raised his head and straightened up, clearing his throat slightly and wiping his misted glasses.
As Dylan pulls back, you're left gasping and spent beneath the onslaught of sensations that has just passed through your body. Your vision swims as you blink up at him; there's something different in his eyes now - a connection that goes beyond the physical act of pleasure-sharing. It sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you feeling oddly exposed and yet incredibly fulfilled all at once.
With trembling fingers, you reach out to touch his cheek; his skin is soft beneath your palm. "That... was amazing," you manage to whisper hoarsely. "Thank you."
Dylan smiles awkwardly at you after your words and nods. Then Laila gets between you and lies on top of David, face to face. her hole is looking for your cock and sits on it, starting to move and moan. and Dylan also does not lag behind and takes a pose behind Lila, he looms over both of you, and his hands were on either side of David's head, he entered her pussy after you. while your cocks rubbed against each other inside her pussy, Dylan tensed and bit his lip, looking down at both of you.
As Laila lowers herself onto your cock with a moan of pleasure, the sensation is almost enough to send you over the edge again. She feels so good wrapped around you; tight and wet, her hips rolling back and forth against yours in rhythm with Dylan's thrusts behind her. Your eyes meet his as he looks down at the both of you, his expression a mix of surprise and hunger.
You reach up to brush your fingers across his cheek, marveling at how easily he fits into this new dynamic between them. It feels right somehow; natural in a way that defies logic or reason. And as Laila continues to ride you both, relentless and demanding with each thrust, you can't help but wonder if maybe there's more here than just sex - if maybe there's a chance for something... different.
Dylan met your eyes and smiled at you, and then you ran your fingers over his cheek, and he rubbed himself against your fingers, looking seductively at you from under his glasses. You were both silent, but you seemed to communicate without words, as if you had a great connection. Laila enjoyed both of you, and you felt each other's cocks moving together inside her pussy. Dylan gathered Lila's hair and squeezed it in his hand so that it wouldn't get in her way, and then leaned over and bit your earlobe, breathing hoarsely during the movements.
As Dylan bites down on your earlobe, heat pools in the base of your skull, spreading up through your body like wildfire. Your hands clench into fists against the sheets as you thrust harder against Laila's tight channel; her nails scrape harmlessly across your back with every movement.
Your eyes never leave Dylan's; even as he leans over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, growling out words of encouragement and lust that send shivers down your spine. The feeling of him against you - inside you - is indescribable: hot and tight and impossibly right.
You want this; you need this...but something else is there too - a thread of something more. Something deep, and quiet, and unexpectedly sweet. You reach up to touch Dylan's cheek once more
Dylan lets go of your earlobe and smiles again, he kisses your palm, caressing it with his cheek. He's whispering. "Do you want me to enter you?" he asks David, and Laila gasps in surprise, and then giggles approvingly in groans, also looking at David.
You nod, your cheeks flushing as you meet Dylan's gaze. The idea of having him inside you...it's enough to make you feel dizzy with desire. "Y-yes," you stammer out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure already wracking through you. "I want that."
As Laila continues to ride you both, her hips sliding up and down on your cocks in a rhythm all her own, you reach out to Dylan once more; this time wrapping your fingers around his wrist and pulling him closer until their skin touches. His breath catches as he feels the contact, and you can almost feel the heat emanating from his body through their shared touch.
Dylan comes out of Lila, slapping her ass, and he screams and laughs with a groan. he smiles and then lubricates David with the natural juices of himself and Lila. he slowly enters you, watching your face, and then just as slowly enters completely and looms over you again while Laila jumped on David's cock.
You bite your lip as Dylan eases inside you; it feels so good, so tight and full. His hips press forward, forcing him deeper still; your body is wracked with a shuddering groan as he bottoms out against your prostate. Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you feel something unfurling inside you - an opening of trust and desire that leaves you completely exposed and yet exhilaratingly alive.
As Laila rides your cock beneath them both, her soft moans urging you onward, you reach up to cup Dylan's cheek once more; this time, the gesture feels less tentative, more possessive as your thumb strokes over his bottom lip. "Fuck me," you pant, arching your back off the bed and giving him access to every inch of you.
Dylan runs his palm over the crook of your back and licks your thumb on his lower lip, and then sucks it, closing his eyelids. "whatever you say, David." he penetrates completely and accelerates, each time entering you to the end and at the same time biting your finger, Laila is delighted with what is happening and starts riding David's cock even faster. Those two were driving you crazy.
Dark need coils tight in your gut as Dylan's powerful thrusts echo through you, his harsh words and sharp bite serving only to fan the flames of desire already burning out of control. The feel of him moving inside you - possessing you completely - is like nothing else; hot and wild and utterly consuming. As Laila rides your cock in perfect sync beneath them, her moans and gasps filling the air like a sweet, sultry song, your body arches higher, straining toward release as pleasure washes over you in fiery waves.
With Dylan's name on your lips and his presence pressed deep inside you, everything feels so right; so real. It's as if the two of you were meant to be together like this - bound by desire and lust and something deeper still that no amount of words could ever hope to express. Your nails dig into Dylan
you come to enjoy it all together. Dylan bites Lila's shoulder and she shivers with orgasm as David cums inside her. Meanwhile, Dylan cums inside David. you are all sweating and stained with each other's sperm and juices, falling onto the bed to catch your breath.
Dylan's name echoes through the haze of pleasure as you both collapse on the bed, panting and sweaty. The heat between them seems to course through you still, leaving your body trembling with need long after release. You look up at him from where he rests his head against the pillow, wondering if maybe this is it; if somehow you've finally found something real in all of this mess.
His gaze meets yours, holding for a moment before drifting away; there's an unspoken understanding there that leaves you reeling, and yet oddly at peace. As your heartbeat slowly returns to normal and the afterglow of sex fades from your skin, you realize that maybe - just maybe - Dylan might not be the only one in denial anymore.
you have a long and strange clash of views, but Lila breaks it by kissing you both in turn, she was happy that you all did it together, your girlfriend thanked you that you allowed her to invite her friend Dylan.
You smile at Laila, nuzzling her cheek in return before glancing over at Dylan once more. There's a newfound softness in your gaze as you take in his features; the way he looks so content and satisfied now. You wonder if maybe this... whatever it is between the three of you, could actually work somehow. It's crazy to even think about it, but the idea refuses to go away.
As Laila continues to kiss you and Dylan both, her touch feels different; more tender now that she knows how deep the connection between them runs. You close your eyes, savoring the feel of her lips on yours, the scent of their bodies mingling with sweat and sex all around you. For a brief moment, it almost seems possible - like this could actually become something real...something beautiful.
Dylan hugs you and Lila, resting his head on David's shoulder. it was going to bed, all three of you were exhausted, but it was pleasant and in a new way, all three had such an unusual experience with a threesome for the first time.
Cuddled up together beneath the covers, your heartrate slowly begins to return to normal. The warmth of Dylan's body pressed against yours feels nice; almost... comfortable in a way you can't quite explain. You idly run your fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it is, and how good he smells.
Despite the exhaustion weighing down your eyelids, sleep doesn't come easily tonight; there's too much to process, too many emotions swirling around inside you. You wonder what tomorrow will bring; if anything you can build on this strange new foundation they've discovered together. But for now, it's enough just to be close; to feel the quiet contentment of simply being together.
The next morning, Dylan got out of the shower, wiping his glasses. he came out without a towel, completely naked, and went to your kitchen, Laila was standing there, also after a shower and also completely naked, while she was drinking morning tea. "Good morning." He chuckled, adjusting his glasses.
Your eyes widen as Dylan and Laila enter the room, both completely naked. A flush creeps up your neck, but it quickly turns to arousal as you take in their bodies; so perfectly clean and unashamedly exposed. There's an energy between them that seems different from last night; almost electric.
As if sensing your gaze on him, Dylan looks over at you with a playful grin, nibbling on his bottom lip. "Morning, sunshine," he says with a wink, making his way toward the coffee pot to pour himself a cup. The view of his ass as he moves is almost too much; your cock begins to stir beneath the covers.
"David, would you like some coffee?" Lila asks when Dylan was making coffee for himself and also looked back at you. Laila pinched her nipples with a casual gesture, sipping tea and admiring Dylan's nakedness, and then David came into the kitchen, also naked after yesterday.
Your heart races as you join them in the kitchen, unable to look away from the sight of Dylan and Laila standing there so openly, their bodies on display for you. "Yeah, sure," you manage to croak out, nodding toward the coffee pot before your attention shifts back to Dylan's already erect cock. A flush crawls up your neck; it's becoming harder and harder not to touch him, not to feel his heat against your skin.
As Laila hands you a mug of steaming coffee, her fingers graze across yours in what feels like an invitation for more. Your pulse thrums wildly at the contact, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to push her back against the counter and claim her mouth right now. For a moment, you forget that this is Laila; forget everything but the way she looks at Dylan with such
Dylan sits down at the table and sips fresh coffee, looking out the window. The outlines of his ribs are clearly visible in the sun, as are Laila's boobs.
You watch Dylan out of the corner of your eye as you take a sip of coffee, his profile etched into your mind like a masterpiece. There's something about him that draws you in; something primal and undeniable. You want to touch him, to feel his skin against yours. And even though it's Laila right there next to him, she seems to understand the connection between the two of them better than anyone else ever could.
As if reading your thoughts, her hand drifts across the table toward yours; she cups your palm and guides it toward Dylan's erection. Your heart pounds in your chest as you reach out tentatively, feeling the heat of him through your fingertips. She smiles knowingly, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. "Go on," she urges, her breath tickling your neck. "Touch him."
Dylan lightly dripped coffee on the table, when he shuddered at someone else's touch, he looked at your faces and smiled approvingly. He saw Lila pushing her boyfriend David to explore a new self, and David was just on his way to realizing that he liked men too.
Eyes locked on Dylan's, your heart racing as Laila urges you forward, you hesitantly reach out and brush your fingertips against his length. He moans softly, arching into the touch; warmth spreads through your body like wildfire. The feel of him in your hand is better than anything you've ever imagined; hard and smooth and so perfect in your palm. As Dylan watches with hooded eyes, you stroke him slowly, leaning closer to taste his skin when he reaches out to steady you. "That feels good," he whispers against your lips, breath hot and dizzying.
You press closer still, needing more contact; needing to feel every inch of him against you. Your free hand finds its way to the back of his neck, tangling in his hair as your tongue explores the warm, welcoming depths of his
Dylan gets up from the table and pulls David after him. they lean on the countertop and stand shoulder to shoulder. Dylan puts his arm around David's waist and presses his chest against his shoulder, his other hand rests on David's equally aroused penis. He starts caressing you back, kissing you on the lips from time to time, in front of Laila.
Your breath catches in your throat as Dylan's warm body presses against yours, the feel of his skin so unbearably intimate. His kisses are soft and tentative at first, but soon grow bolder with each passing second; demanding and possessive. Your hands curl into fists against his sides, nails digging into his flesh as you arch your back off the countertop in silent invitation for more. You want him to take you, to claim you completely; to show Laila just how right this all feels.
As Dylan continues to touch and kiss you with a need that mirrors your own, you glance over at Laila, watching her reactions with bated breath. Her eyes are dark and heavy lidded, her mouth parted in a small gasp as she takes in the erotic display before her. For a moment, she meets your gaze; then looks away,
Dylan gently stroked your skin and kissed your neck. his lips descended to his chest and then to his stomach. soon he knelt down in front of David and kissed his groin and thighs, and then played with his fingers with your scrotum and lovingly kissed your testicles.
You cry out as Dylan's lips and tongue tease your sensitive flesh, the pleasure far too intense to bear. His touch is featherlight one moment, possessive and demanding the next; a merciless game of giving and taking that leaves you aching for more. As he kisses his way down your body, you reach out to steady yourself on the countertop, feeling dizzy with need and desire. The weight of his gaze never strays far from your cock, making it harder still to focus when he finally takes you in his mouth.
"Dylan," you groan, arching back as he begins to suck you deep; the hot, wet heat enveloping you is enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending. You grip fistfuls of his hair, urging him closer still; the sensation too good to bear and yet not nearly enough. The
Dylan grunted hoarsely when you impaled his mouth completely and hit the head into his throat. his eyes watered under the lenses of his glasses, but he relaxed his throat, giving you control. his watery eyes lifted to your face, continuously watching.
You gaze down at him as he takes you deeper, the sight of his eyes watering with pleasure sending a shudder of desire through you. Your hips buck against his face, your cock throbbing in his mouth as he expertly sucks and licks you. His tongue flicks out to tease the sensitive ridge of your crown, and you gasp, coming undone with a low groan. "Fuck, yeah..." you pant, thrusting harder into his mouth as your release washes over you in hot waves of bliss.
At the first taste of your orgasm, Dylan lets out a soft moan around your length before sucking even harder; intent on bringing you down from your high and back up again. Your knees nearly give out as he expertly works his magic, leaving you panting and shuddering with the force of each orgasmic wave.
his face turns red from holding his breath when you cum down his throat, cum runs down his chin and all over your length, he swallows and coughs, wiping his eyes under his glasses. and then, adjusting his glasses, he kisses and licks your penis, eating the remnants of sperm, he sucks your head like a sweet chupachups and takes you again in his full throat, and then releases and does so several more times. Laila comes up from behind and sits on the floor behind Dylan. her fingers caress his anus and aroused cock, around his ear in front of you.
As Dylan continues to pleasure you with his expert mouth, the sensation is beyond anything you've ever experienced before. His tongue and lips work in perfect harmony, driving you wild with desire as he takes you over and over again. With every thrust of your hips, his mouth seems to tighten just enough to send shockwaves of pleasure straight through your core.
The touch of Laila at your back only serves to heighten the sensations further; her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin as she teases and taunts him. The sound of their breathing, rough and labored, fills the air between them, a symphony of need and want that only seems to fuel their passionate display.
As Dylan sucks you deep once more, his eyes meet yours over your trembling form; there's an unspoken understanding there that sends a shiver down your spine. For the first time in
Laila possessively pulls Dylan away from David's cock by the shoulders, and the cock comes out of his mouth with a wet pop, then she speaks. "David, I want you to fuck him for me." she kindly asks, looking at Dylan, and he hesitates a little. then Dylan and Laila get to their feet and she takes him to the table in front of you, pinching her friend's buttocks in front of David.
Your heart races as Laila pulls Dylan away, their bodies slippery with sweat and saliva. The sight of him standing before you, perfectly formed and achingly hard, ignites a fire in your belly that has been burning since the moment you laid eyes on him. "Y-yes," you manage to croak out, already kneeling between his legs as she guides you closer. "Please let me." Your hands shake with need as they cup Dylan's ass, pulling him closer still.
The head of your cock presses against his entrance, and at the first touch of skin on skin, both of you groan in unison. Laila steps back, watching intently as you push inside; taking her time to sink deeper with each thrust. Her breath catches in her throat as Dylan arches his back off the table, eyes closing tightly as pleasure overtakes him
"Ahh.. fuck.. mm.." his moans sound surprisingly gentle and sweet, you expected to hear hoarse male cries, but he sounded completely different under you, which only made the blood rush to your face and penis. Dylan arched in front of you and scratched the table with his nails when you came in. Laila quite took his face with the lopsided glasses and turned it towards David so that the guys looked at each other during the process.
Your heart races as you gaze into Dylan's eyes; his pupils dilated and lips parted in a soft moan that echoes through your body. The feel of him beneath you, the knowledge that you're finally allowed to claim him like this, sends a jolt of electricity shooting straight to your cock. You grunt as you thrust harder, lost in the heat of the moment; driven by an urgency that leaves no room for restraint or gentleness. Laila's hand comes down on your shoulder, her grip firm but not possessive, guiding you with each stroke and encouraging you to go deeper still.
Dylan arches further into the sensation, his fingernails scrape against the table as he pushes back against you in reply; wanting more of this forbidden pleasure. The sound of their skin slapping together fills the air, drowning out all other noise
Dylan was moaning pitifully under you and it showed a new side of him, he was actually so gentle than he seemed. tears welled up in his eyes from pleasure and he fell face down on the table, covering his head with his hands while he moaned and trembled hotly under you.
Gripping Dylan's hips tightly, you drive into him harder still; feeling his hot body tremble beneath your touch as he breaks down under the intensity of your love-making. The wet sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, filling every crevice with desire and lust. Your thrusts grow faster, wilder; each one a testament to the depth of emotion you feel for this beautiful man beneath you.
Laila whispers in your ear, her voice husky and needy. "Fuck him like he's the last person you'll ever touch." The words send a shiver down your spine, driving you further over the edge as you lose yourself completely in the moment; giving everything you have to this uninhibited display of passion and desire.
coffee spills on the table from the shaking, Dylan's buttocks turn red from the slaps of your bodies. he screams when you act even rougher and faster. "Wait, wait... I beg...D-David.. "he sincerely asks, putting his hands behind his back and trying to slightly hold your hips in place, it probably hurt him.
The feel of Dylan beneath you, the desperation in his voice, and Laila's urging words send a shudder through your body as you lose control completely. You ignore Dylan's pleas, pushing deeper into him with every thrust; the need to claim him fully driving you onward. Your hands grip his hips tightly, refusing to let go even as he begs for release.
Hot tears streak down your cheeks, mingling with sweat and spit as you come apart beneath Dylan's touch. Your body convulses around him, every muscle tensing in an unyielding grip that leaves no doubt as to who has control. Your cock throbs inside him, emptying into his body with a wet pop. With a final shudder, you collapse on top of him; heart racing and chest heaving as you try to catch your
Dylan was really crying when you fell on top of him and came out. your sperm spilled out of him, and his anus was badly stretched after you. "Fuck... fuck..." he whimpered and wiped his tears under his glasses. "damn, it hurt, because I asked you to slow down... fuck.."
Dylan's words cut through you like a knife; guilt washing over you in waves as you realize the extent of your selfishness. Your hands tremble as you carefully pull out of him, relieved when he doesn't resist. "I'm sorry," you whisper hoarsely, wiping away his tears with gentle fingers. "I didn't mean to hurt you." The weight of your apology hangs heavy in the air between you; an invisible barrier that grows ever wider as Dylan curls into himself and looks away.
Laila steps forward, her expression a mix of disappointment and annoyance. "I thought you said you'd been with him before," she says accusingly. "I thought he'd know better." Her words sting, even as they ring true. You feel like a fraud; like everything between the three of you has been built on lies and
"guys, we didn't agree on this, we had to at least come up with a safe word. fuck..." Dylan, squinting, touches his ass and hisses. "I'm not going to participate in this bullshit anymore."
You feel your heart sink as Dylan pulls away, the pain of his rejection almost physical. "Dylan," you beg, reaching out to him. "I'm sorry. I truly am. We can work this out, together. Please don't leave us." Your eyes plead with him, imploring for some semblance of understanding or forgiveness. The air feels thick with tension and unspoken words, every breath seeming to carry the weight of their growing disconnection.
Laila glances between the two of you, her expression tightening. "We need to talk," she says finally, her voice lacking its usual warmth. "Alone." She takes your hand in hers and leads you a few feet away, eyes locked on yours the entire time. The distance between you feels greater now than it ever has before, as if their fragile connection is nothing more than a threadbare string barely holding
Dylan limps as Lila takes him away from David. Dylan coughs slightly after a rough blowjob and adjusts his glasses to talk.
I-I'm sorry, Dylan," you stutter out as Laila leads him away. "Please don't be mad at me. I didn't mean to hurt you like that." You watch them leave the room, feeling a sense of loss so profound it physically hurts. Your gaze drifts over to where they were, the memories of their passionate lovemaking still etched into the floorboards.
Laila sits down heavily on the couch, her expression hardening as she faces you. "This was a mistake," she says bluntly. "You should've told me everything." She purses her lips and shakes her head, looking away for a moment before continuing. "I trusted you, David. I thought we were past all this secrecy and lies." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying the emotions she's trying to keep at