She watched her man

It was the first time he ceded and let the other man have the top.

He’d let her take him with her wicked strap-ons, and he loved that. But he had to steady his mind and shed his former fears to know that there was nothing wrong or weak about being the receiver. And lord knows, she was longing to see that happen too. After all, he had given into some of his hidden desires with their new threesome partner.

Once he finally surrendered to his growing curiosity, he found the right moment to give their third the signal to enter him, and drive in deep. That very sight alone had her moaning and dripping more than the men were at first.

She watched her man’s thighs spread very swiftly once the assault began, to willfully open up access to his every depth. She saw her man’s hands suddenly clawing the other’s rocking rump to yank him in deeper.

For her, this was the lewd bi bliss she’d longed to be party to.

For him, the instantaneous addiction was the pulsing, thickened flesh prying him apart, powerfully ramming him to the hilt, with unpredictable savage rhythms that sent him skyrocketing in unimaginable ways. The sweet after-slaps of his partner’s balls on his ass, and the look of ravenous pleasure on the face above him were just icing on the fucking cake.

She came with a loud roar the moment she saw her her man hook his heels to the other’s thighs, and heard him whisper between body slams, “Don’t. Stop. Don’t. Ever. Stop…”