Page 54 of Hard to Judge

Holding hands while ice skating was otherworldly amazing. This is unfathomable. My wildest fucking fantasy come to life.

His dick hangs heavy between his legs, soaking the comforter underneath with a string of precum. “I don’t know who’s wetter, you or Hailey. You’re absolutely dripping, Arlo.”

“Hota?” Hailey whines.

“Yes, sunshine?”

“You’re not helping.” She pants. Her face is screwed up tight.

“Maybe I am.” I grab Arlo’s dick at the base with my oiled hand and milk it with one heady stroke.

The guttural moan that rattles in Arlo’s chest and smacks against Hailey’s pussy is battleground worthy. That string that’d been holding on tangles in my fingers. I work it up him and down once more.

“Think of how good that slick trainer will feel in your ass while Arlo pounds your sore cunt,” I taunt.

They both whine and curse, all sense of decorum gone. Not that there was much to begin with. I smile and remove my handfrom Arlo’s thick dick. He whines even more while his hips twitch in search of friction.

“Be a good boy,” I whisper in his ear.

His hips still, but his attack on Hailey doubles.

“Fuck yes, Arlo! Oh fuck, Hota! Yes. Yes. Yes.” Hailey’s hands latch onto Arlo’s head, threading through his hair as she rides his face to climax.

That she included me in it…

Once more, goddamn.

I begin to work the oil into the globe of Arlo’s ass, slowly stroking closer and closer as Hailey recovers and he breathes against her belly. I squirt a stream down his crack.

Arlo jerks and moans.

“She deserves another, taking one for the team and all,” I prod while my fingers do the same, running down the crease of muscle on either side of Arlo’s crack.

He groans, but lowers his belly and flares his ass for me. His big hands mold Hailey’s reddened breasts.

I praise him with a deep hum and deeper fingers.

When I drag my middle finger methodically down between his cheeks, he shivers. Gooseflesh pebbles the skin across his back. I cup his balls and hold them possessively while my other slick hand works his dick.

Back and forth, I stroke his length and run my finger over his puckered hole.

“Jesus fucking fuck.” Arlo levers off Hailey and shoves three fingers deep inside her cunt while his hips rock into my touch. “Yes, fuck. Please, don’t stop, Hota.”

I stop.

His begging is enough to put me in an early grave. I’ve heard his pleas in my dreams, but nothing compares to the real thing.

He groans but continues to work Hailey’s pussy with his fingers. I grab the smallest silicone toy with three little nodules, slick it with my oiled hands, and drag the tip over Arlo’s rosette.

“Please, fuck,” he begs.

My head is shaking. I blink at the sight before me. Arlo open and ready for me and my touch. “How, Arlo? How is this okay?”

“Hota.” His head sags, and he pants.

For a long moment, I know I’ve fucked it all up. How could I not? This is huge, and I just pointed it out.

“I don’t know, but please.” He gasps. “I need you to…” He looks back over his shoulder. Pure need and desperation contort his perfect features. “Help me make new memories, Hota.”

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