I shuddered. You finally wanted to materialize my fantasy, your fantasy. I had wanted him for so long… I knew who and went to talk to him. they'd introduced us when we were lovers, and though he never said anything out of respect, his desire was obvious. I explained what we wanted to do, he hesitated for a moment as he calibrated, but he nodded and his eyes shone on her ebony skin.
He arrived at the agreed time. You were sitting in the chair, motionless and silent. Your presence intimidated him at first, but when I kissed him, he gripped my dress and tore it like a beast, leaving me naked and defenseless. He opened his jaws and swallowed one of my breasts with his full lips while his hands lowered my thong and his fingers searched my pussy, parted his lips, caressed the clitoris, sank inside me. He bit my nipple with his ivory teeth and I begged. He obeyed and stuck his fangs with such that I thought he would rip it out, while he traced with his fingers lines, circles, spirals, in my sex, slowly, quickly, again and again, again and again, looking for the source that only the knew how to find.
I lowered his elastic waist linen pants and stroked his big, hard, erect member, turning my wrist, rocking it up and down, down, slowly, quickly, over and over, over and over, as he continued to devour my nipple, and I looked at your eyes that shone with perversity, and at your hand, which caressed your cock, mimicking it with his hand, with mine, until I began to moan, and he began to moan, and you began to moan and you You got up from the couch, and you walked over to us, and you pulled my hair, and I picked up the pace, and he picked up the pace, and you picked up the pace, and I exploded in his hand like a flood that spilled down my thighs, for my knees, moistening the ground, and he came in my hand, and you, in yours, in my belly, in my pubis, in my hand, in his hand, like three tributaries that feed the same river.