Dirty Little Holidays: Christmas with Hank & Robin

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Thick satin ribbon laced Robin’s waist, dipping between her thighs, just braced along her sex and ass to rub her as she moved. Hank tied her arms together, looping the ribbon around the bedpost to secure her.

Hank’s fingers trailed over her breasts, spreading goose bumps in the wake of his touch.

Cold glass chilled her as it met the inside of her thigh, roaming up her ass. Hank shifted the ribbon aside, coating her anus with lube before the glass pressed in on her. Sizzling pleasure spread through her as he worked the anal plug past the tight rim of her ass and seated it inside her with the most excruciating patience. Robin’s thighs wobbled to keep her upright.

With the ribbon replaced, Hank nudged her knees apart and pulled her hips back, tightening the restricted knot around her waist and pressing the plug more firmly inside of her. A faint moan vibrated against her closed mouth.

Hands curved her back harder as Hank moved in behind her, rubbing the hard length of himself over the ribbon that covered her sex.

Glass shifted inside of her again, this time in a steady beat to the small movements of Hank’s hips. Robin’s core tightened with the need to be filled, too.

The ribbon smoothed against her, wider as it unfolded, and his cock pressed it into her. Satin quickly coated wet probed her, folding around Hank, constricting around her body, and twisting the plug. Squeezing her hips, he rocked her back against him, gaining as much entrance as he could. His sharp movements tore away the first wave of her orgasm, accompanied by a sharp noise.

Long fingers and steady palms smoothed over her rear before pulling the wet ribbon to the side and plunging his bare cock to the depths of her, setting off her second wave of orgasm.

Hands yanking at the ribbon around the headboard, Robin arched back to accept him, breasts scraping against the sheets below her as she reeled in the rough pleasure. Muscles loose yet taut, squeezing down her core as she gave in. Body ricocheting, the amalgamation of attentions inflamed her in ecstasy.

Thumb pressed down on the stopper in her ass, Hank rubbed her in time with his hips, and Robin succumbed, falling into her full orgasm as he rode her relentlessly through it until tears wet the corners of her eyes.

And he came inside her, rubbing her down, soothing her, and worshipping her body.

Still seated in her core, he bent to drop soft kisses along the back of her neck. “Merry Christmas, love.”

Robin shuddered, knowing this was only her present. Hank still had his to unwrap.

Dirty Little Threesomes: Carl, Maryanne & Ted

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Carl fastened the harness around his mate’s waist as Ted held her hands above her head, making her back curve and her perky breasts call for attention. Carl leaned down, scraping the new growth of his beard over one hard nipple before he lapped away the sting of it.  Her body bucked between them, and he couldn’t wait to be inside of her.

Tugging at the harness around her hips before turning on the bullet nestled at the apex of her sex, he was rewarded with her lilting cry.  As Carl retreated to the lounge, Ted forced her to her knees, leaning her down, and pushing her red-lined mouth toward Carl’s aching cock.  She met his gaze as her pink tongue swept out and along the ridge of him, slowly making her way to his head and working him into her mouth.

He took control of her, wrapping his hands in her bright red hair and pushing her down over him. Gods, yes. Her throat convulsed around him, making his cock swell and harden further.

Ted’s hands traced the curves of her bent frame, lifting her hips to rub himself against her core. She arched for him, sucking harder on Carl in anticipation. She cried out around him as Ted shoved himself into her. Her entire body rocked from the force, and Carl lifted his hips to grind against her pretty red mouth. He wanted to come inside of her but not her mouth. No, he wanted his little sphinx’s orgasm to milk him dry.

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Maryanne’s choked cries vibrated against Carl’s shaft as Ted slammed himself into her. Pleasure soaked her inner thighs. At this rate, she’d come any second. Lifting her gaze to meet Carl’s and wincing from the sharp yank of his hand in her hair, Maryanne’s body clamped down at the overwhelming need in her mate’s eyes. Gods, and she came on Ted, not holding back as she screamed her pleasure.

Both cocks disappeared from her, leaving her with only the buzzing at her clit and an empty feeling. But it wouldn’t last long. It never did.

Carl pulled her up to straddle him. His cock, moist from her mouth, plunged into her wet core. An echo of her orgasm ricocheted through her, sending her hips gyrating against his and the tip of his cock swirling against the very depths of her.

Reclining further, Carl nuzzled her throat and breasts, twining her insides tight and sending another flood of wetness over them both.

Ted’s fingers found that dampness and smoothed it up her sex to her ass, applying ample moisture before delving his fingers inside of her. Tightening in anticipation, Ted’s fingers disappeared, and the head of his cock pressed against her entrance, pushing slowly and delivering her sweet pain as her mate shoved himself against her. Ted’s thick head popped inside of her, making her gasp in ecstasy. But he pulled back out of her, beginning the agonizing entrance again—the start of her new orgasm as he popped in and out of her like that until she burst, rewarding her with Ted’s full cock thrust inside of her.

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Carl’s hands pushed his mate’s hips down over them both. Ted knew it wouldn’t take her long to come on them both again as their thrusts rotated, moving toward opposition, one of them taking her as the other retreated.  Ted felt Carl’s cock entering her through the thin wall of skin separating her sex and her ass.

He’d hardly been able to keep himself, even with how many times the three of them have done this, her orgasms were strong enough to drive any man crazy. Even if he couldn’t wait until his turn…