BUL Day 11 - Alternate Part 3

You have never had to fight this hard to control yourself. You’re having such a meltdown that there’s no appreciation at all for the view as Aki kneels in front of Adella. Her smooth skin and peachy, bare bottom mean nothing to you. Maybe it’s lucky that she’s between you and Adella so you can’t see every detail of what she’s doing.

Even this, she does with the dignity of a queen. Delicately, she brushes her hair behind her ear and leans forward. Even if you can’t see Aki using her mouth on Adella, you can see Adella’s face. Adella’s too cool to show much, but even she has to react. The sounds are quiet and Aki’s head barely bobs. It’s not the most aggressive blowjob, but you still see Adella look down and open her mouth, then grimace. She’s turned on.

The two or three minutes that Aki spends on that feels like hours. She finally halts, then rises to her feet and hands something to Adella.

You watch as Aki climbs onto the bed and lies on her back. Adella, smirking to show how this is all very quaint to her, looks at you, then at Aki. She uses her teeth to rip the condom wrapper and takes it out. You watch her roll it expertly onto her massive, damp cock.

She gives you one last look, then climbs onto the bed. Now your view is of her tall, strong, tanned body on top of Aki’s comparably small and pale one. Adella’s looking down at Aki, but all you can see is her ass and that huge cock hanging down, ready. She reaches between Aki’s legs and rubs her gently, probably making sure that she’s ready.

Then she’s guiding her shaft and slipping in. Adella lets out the quietest grunt as she enters her. Now all you get to see is her muscular back and buttocks as she gently puts her body to work.

Aki’s slender hands appear on her back, not grabbing or scratching, just lightly pulling Adella in. Aki’s legs spread and her feet rise, then wrap around Adella’s waist.

Adella takes her time, but her breathing and the soft sheen of sweat appearing on her back give her away. You hear nothing from Aki, but the generous, squishy noises of their connection tell you how wet she is. Adella is panting, although softly. She picks up the pace, and you look away as her muscles start to stiffen. But you can’t shut out her long, low, orgasmic groan or her loud breathing after she’s finished.

Your body hurts from the tension in it. The ache in your cock is different. So is the strange, uncontrolled, spasmodic throbbing in it. Something inside you keeps clenching, and precum drips the floor.