her ear, “I can’t wait to feast on that sweet, prime pussy of yours. Do you still have that little red thatch of pussy hair?”
She watched in the mirror as Dana unzipped the side of her strapless gown. After their lips parted and he pulled the upper part of her gown free, she turned and embraced Stuart. “Since you orchestrated this little interlude, we will start our liaison with your head between my legs and your fabulous tongue in my pussy. Yes, my red landing strip is still there to direct you. God, I can’t wait.”
Stuart’s arms crushed her breasts against his chest. “And I’m going to suck every ounce of sweet crème out of your pussy.” His tongue entered her mouth and teased her tongue as he pushed her dress and panties down to her thighs.
Dana took over, dragging them to and over her four inch spiked sea green heels.
She thrilled at the feeling of her naked breasts pressed into Stuart’s tuxedo while the length his hardness pushed against her naked abdomen and Dana’s erection poked her ass. She sighed, realized there seemed to be something decadently erotic about getting dressed to the nines, only to irreverently dispose of your clothes to engage in hot, sweaty, licentious sex.
When Stuart lowered his mouth to one of Fallon’s breasts, his moist lips absorbed her swollen nipple, she sighed at the twittery pleasure of his sucking lips and active tongue. With closed eyes, Fallon lolled her head back and raised an arm back, urging Dana on as he tattooed her neck and shoulder with wet kisses.
Dana snaked an arm around her waist, between her legs and slid two fingers into her sweltering, juiced-up pussy.
Tingling sensations multiplied in her core and coursed throughout her body as she shamelessly pushed herself into his naughty fingers.
The achy anguish in her pussy persisted. She needed something long and stiff inside her, but first she needed Stuart’s wet, satiny tongue in her slit. Fallon led her lovers toward the bed and lowered herself on the edge. As she gazed upward at her playthings, she reclined, spread her legs, and massaged a red tipped finger along her clitoral sheath. Singling out Stuart with a raised brow and a hitch of her chin, she suggested in a sultry tone, “You can dine on me, but you both are overdressed for the occasion.”
Fallon watched in amusement as her two lovers disrobed in record time. Her gaze gravitated to their long, thick, shafts that would soon be…wherever she wanted them.
Stuart, grabbed a pillow from the bed, placed it on the floor between her legs and knelt upon it. Her legs draped off the bed at the knees. He pulled her toward him until her bottom rested at the edge of the bed and spreading her legs, he rested her heels on his expensive bedspread.
Kissing Fallon’s lips, Dana lifted her head and slid a pillow underneath. His large hands roamed and caressed her entire body. “Have fun, Sweetheart.”
When Stuart ran his tongue up the hollow between her feminine folds, Fallon writhed and gasped. Her heartbeat raced out of control when his warm wet tongue detoured deep into her carnal opening and she could feel the blood rushing through her clit. These two men aroused her much more together than they ever did individually.
Stuart’s tongue circled the tip of her swollen pearl, and her body heat soared as if she were lying in the warm Vegas sun. He raised his head enough that she could see a slight smile on his handsome, debonair face. “Do you like that?”
She gazed beyond her husband, who now sucked earnestly upon her upright nipple, to Stuart’s smiling face. “Oh yeah, baby. Give me an orgasm to die for with your tongue. After that, I want you and Dana’s cocks in me all night long.”
Stuart flashed a mischievous smile, then blew on her clit and wiggled his tongue directly above it, sending shivers up her spine. When his lips parted over her ravenous bud, she swallowed and held her breath. He lapped between her inner labia from anus to