FFF - Ch69

Jane has to be true to herself. Cuddling Shell’s nude body from behind would’ve been plenty even without her cute little reactions to Curio’s skillful teasing.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Shell says a little breathlessly, impatiently patting Jane’s bottom. Shell levers herself onto the desk and lies back, spreading her legs. The bed would be more comfortable, but they need to keep Annette happy and Shell doesn’t seem to mind.

Curio watches, well, curiously as Jane firmly takes control of Shell’s hips and pushes in. Shell moans softly and arches her back as Jane’s thick cock fills her. Jane spends only a moment running her fingers through Shell’s dark, damp bush before she vigorously fucks all of Shell’s inhibitions away.

Jane’s powerful hips piston forward, Shell’s breasts jiggle, and Shell grabs for the edges of the desk.

“Hah! Hah! Hah!”

Jane slows down. “Tell us about these ideas,” she says.

Shell groans in frustration and runs her hands down her front. “Seriously? Ah!”

Jane eases in and out. Shell clenches her teeth, then licks her lips.

“I think,” Shell gasps, “I think we only have access to about sixty percent of this level. And that’s just this level.”

Curio approaches the desk, holding her cock. She brings it to Shell’s mouth. Shell is so worked up that she goes with it seamlessly, using her tongue.

“We know there’s at least one more level below,” Curio murmurs, rubbing her cock around Shell’s face. “It could be a maintenance substructure. Or something larger.”

“Is it where the important stuff is?” Jane caresses Shell’s futilely wiggling hips.

“The middle. The door beside the old water cooler,” Shell moans. “That door. Whatever we’re looking for is in there. Mmmm.” She willingly sucks on Curio’s cock. Curio’s fingers play with Shell’s hair.

“That’s just across the corridor from where you found me,” she muses. “Indeed. Indeed, indeed.” That seems to have gotten her thinking.

“Mmph! Oh!” Shell cries out when Jane pushes in.

“We aren’t showering until morning.” Jane grins wolfishly. “Shouldn’t make a mess.”

“Hey! Hmmm,” Shell claps her hand over her mouth and looks away, feet shaking as she feels Jane burst inside her.

“Oh yeah,” Jane says, squeezing Shell’s hips. She pulls out a little and tugs at the base of her cock, milking more cream into Shell’s pussy. “So we have to get the door open. How?”

“That might require some creative thinking,” Curio says, gazing down at the flushed, breathless Shell. Her cock twitches, drooling precum. “I do my best thinking when my head is clear,” she adds with a look at Jane, who snorts.

Jane pulls out and backs off.

Curio takes her place in front of Shell and climbs onto the desk rather than staying on her feet, as Jane did. Curio matter-of-factly lines up her cock with Shell’s oozing pussy and stuffs it in.