Page 20 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

Oh shit, I’m going to explode. Her pink kitty comes into view, already swollen and glistening. I can see her nub stiffly poking out from between her folds and with a sly smile, Natalie pinches it before letting out another throaty moan.

That does it. I have to have her, and my voice comes out in a strangled bass.

“Come sit on it, Sugar,” I beg. “Let me enjoy those tight sugar walls.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Daddy?” she asks coyly while licking one of her fingers. Her hand trails between her legs and softly rubs those folds open. I catch a glimpse of hot pink, and my shaft spurts a bit of seed onto the floor.

“Yes, I’m sure,” I groan. “Please, Sugar. Now.”

Natalie giggles and begins backing that big ass up. She comes closer and closer, and I can practically feel the heat steaming from her snatch. Finally, the moist lips just touch the tip of my head, and I jerk again at the phenomenal sensation.

“Oooh, you’re big,” she giggles. “This is going to be really difficult.”

“No, it won’t,” I rasp. “You’re going to take me just fine. Now back it up, baby. Give me a taste of those sugar walls, and then give my brother a taste.”

“Oh, you’re brothers?” Natalie asks breathily. “I didn’t know that.”

“We are,” Gascon confirms with a growl. “Now, Sugar. No more waiting.”

With a deep sigh, Natalie sinks her bottom onto my shaft, and my brother and I watch with avid eyes as that plush kitty absorbs inch after inch of my rigid pole. Holy shit, it feels so good! My knees go weak even as my hot rod disappears into her swollen snatch. She giggles a bit and bumps up and down, as if teasing me.

“Mmmm,” she moans. “Is it all in?” Natalie asks, looking over one slim shoulder coyly.

“No, baby,” my brother answers. “You’re about a quarter of the way in.”

Her eyes fly open then.

“A quarter?” she squeals. “That’s it? I can’t take you all!”

“You can,” I groan. “Just keep going.”

Natalie does some breathing exercises. I can see her big breasts heaving up and down, and then she begins sinking backwards again. The sensation is out of this world. Both my brother and I watch as her kitty takes more and more of my thickness inside. It’s obscene, and her lips are stretched tight from the strain.

“Mmmm,” she moans again. “This feels good.”

“Almost there,” I encourage in a strangled voice. “Oh shit, there we go.”

She’s done it. Sugar has taken all ten inches into her steaminess, and I’m balls deep in cream now.

“Slide up and down, sweetheart,” I command. “Let me feel those sugar walls.”

Natalie does as told, tossing her hair over one shoulder as her eyes close with desire.

“Mmm,” she moans, sliding up and then down again. There’s so much cream that it forms a white ring at the base of my member. “Ooooh!”

But then, after a few pumps, she slides off and moves to the left, where my brother’s hard tool pokes from the wall. Without any prompting, she slides onto him in one fell swoop, taking his ten inches like a pro.

“Oh god!” she squeals delightedly. “I can’t believe this is happening!”

“Believe it,” Gascon growls even as she begins swaying back and forth, her pretty pink kitty swallowing his huge shaft with each move. “Oh fuck baby, you’re everything we’ve dreamed of.”

But this is where things get rancid. We thought we were going to enjoy Natalie, and finish in this depraved position. But instead, the door opens, and suddenly Layla is standing there. What the fuck? I realize that she’s our partner in crime, but what is she doing in the restroom?

Layla has closed the door behind her, and she has a devious smile on her face.

“Natalie,” she croons. “Would you like to try another position?”

The sweet girl’s eyes snap open, and she stares at the pregnant woman.

“What? What are you doing here?”

Her bottom is still buried on my brother’s shaft, and she’s completely nude with her tits dangling below her.

Layla merely smiles knowingly.

“Let me help you,” she says. “This isn’t the only way you can enjoy the brothers. Now up.”

Natalie stares at the other woman but then slowly pulls forward until Gascon pops out. He’s rigid with rage.

“You better know what you’re doing,” he warns Layla through the wall. The pregnant woman merely laughs musically.

“Oh trust me, I do,” she says.

But Natalie’s unsure. She holds a hand up and stares at Layla.

“I’m not into woman on woman,” she says in a stiff voice. “I don’t work that way.”

Layla merely tosses her head.

“Well, that’s good because I’m not into woman on woman either. I’m only into men. But I’m here to help you enjoy this situation even more, Natalie. After all, wouldn’t you like to sample them the front way? Of course, you can bend over and back that bottom up, but with me here, you can also do it missionary if you choose. Vertical missionary, that is.”

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