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Skintight 3
🕑 Added 2022-04-12 16:00:07 +0000 UTCShe kissed Mary Jane… at first tentatively, in deference to Mary Jane’s inexperience. But the redhead giggled a little as their lips brushed together and something about that ignited Felicia’s passion.
She knelt down, pulling Mary Jane to the ground with her—they were on their knees, facing each other, touching through their two catsuits. A low thrill ran through both their bodies.
Mary Jane reached around Felicia with her right hand and petted the smooth, supple leather covering her slender back. Her left hand pushed flatly against one of Felicia’s plentiful breasts… then cupped it with a testing squeeze. The fingers of her right hand ran down Felicia’s back to the exuberant curvature of her ass, outlined lovingly by her leather suit. Mary Jane’s touch kept going, running under Felicia’s jutting buttocks to between her legs, where Felicia was moist and warm, even through the leather.
Felicia spread her legs a little, allowing Mary Jane to take charge with a grin. “That’s it, kitty,” Felicia moaned. “We don’t always mewl for a saucer of cream… when we really want something, we take it!”
Mary Jane bent over her as Felicia leaned back, teasingly coy. Then her face was in Felicia’s exposed cleavage—lips sucking at the curve of her breast and teeth grinding into the pert flesh—Felicia’s head drifted back in a shower of shining platinum hair. She hissed in delight when Mary Jane nosed aside her already well-opened catsuit to expose a nipple, then took it into her lips.
Mary Jane suckled lightly on the little pink pearl, as she had on Peter’s cock—she knew he was watching, and found herself not minding, no more than she had when Felicia could see her and her husband. Her fingers squirmed between Felicia’s thighs, trying to give Peter more to watch. Felicia stretched her own hand between Mary Jane’s legs, feeling the heat simmering at her groin.
Moving as one, they laid down on their sides. Despite the growing passion, their mouths stayed soft and gentle, moving against each other in a never-ending kiss. Their hands caressed each other’s leather-clad bodies, petting, stroking, and most importantly, feeling. Each had a hand at the other’s cunt. Fingers rubbed softly over one another’s gathering heat.
“Oh God, Mary Jane!” Felicia gasped. “I never wondered what he saw in you, but now I know!”
“MMMMM!” Mary Jane replied, lips tightening at the pulse of Felicia’s throat.
Hands tangling in Mary Jane’s flaming red hair, Felicia pulled the other woman back just long enough to give her the hardest kiss yet. “You taste like Peter fucks,” she breathed—then, with another kiss, Mary Jane was forcing on her the taste she had wanted so desperately.
Peter couldn’t take anymore. Satisfied as he was by the blowjob Mary Jane had given him, the current spectacle of her and Felicia brought his lust roaring back. He toed the women over so that Mary Jane rolled on top of Felicia, then knelt over her.
With Mary Jane on her stomach, he buried his face in her hair, for a moment just enjoying the softness of her red locks. Then he kissed the back of her neck. Competing with Felicia’s roving hands for the feel of Mary Jane, he kissed his way down her long sinuous back to where her ass bulged inside skintight leather. It was ecstasy in human form—pure decadent perfection all wrapped up in the kinkiest containment imaginable.
Peter’s lips rolled sensuously over the tight, tiger-striped leather that covered Mary Jane’s ass like some sensuous second skin. Underneath his lips and the catsuit, Mary Jane quivered with heated excitement. She knew what Peter would do next. It was time for him to ‘christen’ this set of clothes the way he had so many other garments she’d worn to drive him insane with lust.
With an audible rip, Peter tore Mary Jane’s catsuit apart along the seam between her buttocks, allowing her bare ass to seemingly burst out through the newly made hole in her costume. Her fat ass, utterly exposed and temptingly outlined by the torn catsuit that surrounded it on all sides, made too tempting a target for Peter to ignore. He gave Mary Jane a sharp slap on the ass and shivers shook her long after the impact had hit.
“Ooohh!” she moaned, wiggling excitedly while the dash of pain heightened all the crazed sensations she was feeling. She’d never felt anything like this before.
“Keep being a good girl or you’ll get more of that,” Peter said, playing off the brief spanking as part of the dirty talk they’d been indulging in.
“Promise?” Mary Jane cooed.
Felicia reached around her and held apart Mary Jane’s buttocks for Peter’s gratification as well as her own. “And what does she get if she is a good girl?” Felicia added. “Besides this?”
She brought her lips to Mary Jane’s again, forcing her tongue into the redhead’s mouth for another taste of how Peter had marked his territory.
And while Mary Jane let Felicia taste her and Peter, the redhead felt a fingertip probing into her asshole. Mary Jane instinctively tried to wiggle away from the penetration, but Felicia’s coiling limbs held her tight. Peter withdrew his finger anyway, tracing it apologetically along the cleft of her ass.
“Don’t want it in the ass?” he whispered to her. “You’ll like it, MJ, you’ll like it just like Felicia does.”
“She lets you put that monster in her ass?” Mary Jane gasped. She couldn’t believe her ears, but Felicia was grinning up at her. Rejoicing in doing something that MJ was incapable of. And Mary Jane would’ve loved to shut her up, but just the thought of being sodomized by Peter’s enormous manhood left her keening in fear, her asshole clenched nervously.
“Don’t worry about it,” Peter told her, pushing her face gently down to nuzzle with Felicia’s.
They kissed again, Felicia licking at her tongue—her tongue that had taken Peter’s cum like a target. The next thing Mary Jane knew, Peter was spreading her thighs, settling between them. His massive prick slid into her from behind, entering her pussy. Fucking it.
“UNHHH!” Mary Jane cried right through her kiss with Felicia.
Wet as it was, her pussy was still tender from her recent orgasm, and Peter’s cock was so big, cramming her full of warm, stiff masculinity. And it wasn’t done taking her. Peter slid out to the aching cusp of her womanhood, then charged back inside.
Her body twisted between Felicia and Peter, Mary Jane wincing and gasping at the feel of being stretched around Peter’s cock. This, this was why the thought of being sodomized by him scared her so much. She was already overwhelmed by him fucking her cunt… and she loved it. How would she feel if he put it in her ass? Would the pain be too much for her, or the pleasure?
He leaned forward over her leatherclad back, kissing her covered shoulders and the back of her exposed neck. Peter’s hands reached under her body, separating her breasts from Felicia’s to grab hold of them himself.
Mary Jane swooned in excitement. He was fucking her more rapidly, more potently. She wiggled her ass back against his pumping cock, her voice one continuous whimper as he kept rutting deep into her pussy. Her body burned, quaking with convulsions that seemed to be preparing her for the explosive orgasm Peter was bringing to her.
“I can feel him fucking you,” Felicia moaned, licking Mary Jane’s face now—both of them were too far gone to kiss, only loll their tongues out and taste. “Your pussy’s bulging with his cock; it’s rubbing against me! I wanna feel him come while he’s inside you. Feel that taut belly crammed full of his cum. God, don’t you just love when he’s done with you and it’s sloshing around inside?”
Mary Jane didn’t listen to her. She couldn’t. An intoxicating thought was flittering through her head—the idea that Peter was right, that she would love the feeling of him ass-fucking her with that huge cock. All he would have to do was retreat from her sex and lift his dick a little bit to her asshole…
The thought of it made her body ripple with insane passion. She could almost feel his massive prick pushing deep into her bowels—her throat screamed raw with unbearable enjoyment. It would be so much like this: Peter leaning over her back, squeezing her breasts, spearing himself deep into her receptive body. Only so much more intense.
If she weren’t about to come, the temptation would be a real problem. But with Peter fucking her so hard already, all she wanted to do was take it.
“AAANNGGH! Oh God, Peter, yes, I’m gonna come so hard!” she keened, rolling her ass back into his pistoning cock, like she could compete with the force he used as he fucked into her pussy harder and harder.
“Yeah, MJ, yeah!” Peter panted deliriously. “God, you’re a good fuck!”
“UNN! UNGGH! Fuck me, tiger, fuck me! Make me come! I wanna come hard! Ngghh!”
His rock-hard member plowed into her sex so ferociously that the aging rooftop groaned and cracked under his thrusts. Surely, plaster was raining down inside like a monsoon season. Mary Jane could only hope no one noticed and came to investigate the commotion. Not before she got Peter’s cum. And not that she cared if anyone saw, not now.
She moaned in wanton enjoyment of being Peter’s cock holster—skewered on all his prick, feeling its engorged knob deep in her pussy, sampling the depths it would soon be flooding with cum.
“Come for him,” Felicia purred up to her, happy to have her voluptuous body being the thing to keep Peter’s thrusting from breaking Mary Jane’s slender form on the concrete below. “Show him how much you love his cock before he gives you his cum…”
And something, some wry twist of Felicia’s lilting voice, made crashing waves of hot, violent orgasm hit Mary Jane’s thrashing body in that moment. She gulped for air, the only thing keeping her lips apart from Felicia’s as she held her forehead to the cat burglar’s. Electric spasms of rapture shook her taut body. An uncontrollable scream ran from her mouth to Felicia’s smiling lips.
“UNNNGG! GOD, YES, I’M COMING! OH YES, FUCK YOUR CUM RIGHT INTO ME! COME IN ME WHILE I’M COMING! PETEEEER!” she cried out, only stopped from more screaming by forcing her din into words.
Peter’s huge cock shot deep inside her slit. She felt it entering her, filling her, washing out of her well-used cunt.
Peter groaned and slumped down on her, still trying to pump his spurting manhood even deeper into her femininity. They were locked together in one cripplingly protracted spasm, then they were both panting and exhausted. Drinking in air to recover from the shattering power of their mutual climax.
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Shendude
Glorious!
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