Page 40 of Puck the Halls
Danielle is wearing a black strappy bra thing that doesn’t cover her breasts at all. It just wraps around them, lifting them up so that her nipples are on full display. The scrap of see through fabric covering her pussy just draws my eye there.
Michael is on one side of her, kissing her neck and fingering her under that tiny scrap of nothing that is her panties.
Crew is on her other side, their tongues entwined, his thumb rolling over a taut nipple.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, her chest rising up and down rapidly.
She’s rocking onto Michael’s finger.
“Now that is quite a view,” I say, both turned on and amused.
Danielle breaks off her kiss with Crew and smirks at me. “Why, thank you.”
Our girl has gotten sassier over the years. She’s enjoying this little tease.
“Got her all ready for you,” Michael tells me.
“I appreciate it.” I hold my hand out, my voice softening more than I intend. “Come here, Danielle.”
Her cheeks pinken even more as she steps forward and takes my hand.
I love that I can still make our dirty girl blush over something so simple.
Kissing her, I close my eyes and savor the taste of her lips.
She sighs, leaning into me.
One little sweep of my tongue over her bottom lip and she opens for me.
I’ll never cease to be amazed at how open she is to all of us, all the time.
For a few moments, I allow the tenderness to sweep over me, to absorb her love.
Then I break off the kiss, step away and point to the bed. “Feet on the floor, wide apart. Hands on the bed.”
Danielle shivers and her nipples tighten ever further. She nods, flicking her tongue over her bottom lip. “Yes, Husband.”
I wait until she’s in position, her tight ass rising up in greeting for me, her tempting little pussy so close, so open for me.
The need to bury myself to the hilt is high, but the need to draw it out for her is higher.
“Michael, do you want Danielle to suck your cock?” I ask.
He’s already moving onto the bed as he responds. “Oh, trust me, I would fucking love that.”
“You heard him, Danielle. Open up that pretty little mouth and take your man.”
Crew is watching us with hooded eyes. He’s stroking himself, his dick growing hard again.
Michael runs his thumb over Danielle’s mouth, then the tip of his rock solid cock. Her tongue flicks over his head.
Moving behind her, I run a finger between her ass cheeks, just a light brush. A little tease of a touch.
Then I smack the curve of her ass.
She jumps a little. I know she wasn’t expecting that.
I also know she loves it.
