All over Isabella

The rhythm is brutal now—Jess slamming down onto Andy’s thick cock with wet, obscene slaps, your ring-made pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, walls fluttering each time you bottom out. Isabella grinds shamelessly on Andy’s face, her soft thighs framing his head, pussy dripping down his chin as his tongue spears deep inside her, then flicks relentlessly over her swollen clit.

Andy’s hands dig into Jess’s hips, guiding your bounces harder, faster. His cock throbs violently inside you, the head dragging against that perfect spot with every thrust. You feel him swell even thicker, his balls drawing up tight against your ass.

“Fuck—I’m close—” Andy growls into Isabella’s pussy, the vibration sending her spiraling.

Isabella screams first, back arching sharply as her orgasm crashes through her. Her pussy gushes against Andy’s mouth, hot juices flooding his tongue and dripping down his neck in thick rivulets. She grinds through it desperately, thighs quaking around his head, hands fisting the headboard as wave after wave pulses from her clit.

The sight and feel of her coming undone pushes Andy over the edge. He pulls Jess off his cock with a wet pop just in time—his shaft glistening with your juices, veins pulsing. Isabella slides off his face, breathless and trembling, and kneels beside Jess in front of him.

Andy strokes himself once, twice—groaning deeply as he erupts. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shoot across Isabella’s waiting body: the first stripe hits her flushed cheek and lips, the next splatters across her heavy, swaying breasts, coating her dark nipples in white. More lands in hot streaks over her soft belly, pooling in her navel and dripping down toward her mound. She gasps at the heat of it, arching her back to take every spurt, tongue darting out to catch what lands near her mouth.

The sight of Isabella painted with Andy’s load—face shiny, tits streaked, belly glistening—sends Jess over. You reach down, fingers thrumming your own swollen clit in frantic circles, the slick mess of your arousal and Andy’s pre-cum making obscene sounds. Pleasure coils tight and snaps—your orgasm hits hard, body convulsing as you cry out, pussy clenching around nothing, fresh wetness coating your thighs while you ride the waves, eyes locked on Isabella’s cum-drenched skin.

When the tremors finally ease, Isabella looks up through half-lidded eyes, cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts. She swipes a finger through the mess on her belly, bringing it to her lips and sucking it clean with a filthy moan.

Jess collapses forward, kissing her deeply—tasting Andy’s saltiness on her tongue—while Andy watches, chest heaving, cock still twitching with aftershocks.

Isabella pulls back just enough to grin, voice wrecked and satisfied.

“Next time… I want it inside of me.”

The three of you fall together in a sweaty, sticky heap—laughing breathlessly, trading slow, lazy kisses.