Yule Be Ours

When Dashylla crawled onto the bed on her hands and knees as he directed, Nicodemus fought to maintain control over his unruly cock. The plump, slick folds of her pussy beckoned so temptingly, but there were things to do before he could yield to that particular pleasure.

Myles joined him, reaching out to run one finger through the damp, luscious center displayed so sweetly for them. When she whimpered softly, he slid the finger inside her pussy. Nicodemus nodded with approval when her hips twitched and she immediately rocked back, seeking more. While Myles toyed with her pussy, Nicodemus found the tube of lubricant and dabbed some on his fingers before directing his attention to the small, crinkled opening farther back.

At first, he just touched, gently circling the rim. Abruptly, Dashylla’s head and chest dropped down on her arms, presenting her ass and pussy more prominently. Nicodemus smiled at this clear signal she was receptive to their plans. He eased one fingertip inside and she groaned. After several careful short thrusts, he slid his finger in up to the knuckle. Her ass jerked back and she whimpered.

“Do you like this, Dashylla?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

His finger rubbed against Myles through the thin membrane separating them. “How about that?”

Her chest wallowed on the bed and she moaned. “Yes!”

Nicodemus withdrew his finger, adding a second on the inward thrust, as Myles did the same in her pussy. She rocked back and shrieked.

“I do believe she liked that even more,” Myles observed. “Play with your clit, Dashylla. Make yourself come for us.”