Free Richard's cock

As you french kiss Richard and press your groin into his groping hand your desire grows, your mind nearly keens with the heat of Richard's cock against your palm.

You want to break the kiss and dedicate two hands and all your attention on your true goal, but his tongue and lips feel like they belong on yours. You also fear that if you break the kiss, you might also break the spell. Richard would push you away; a thought that moments ago you might have welcomed but now the thought sends pain through your heart.

So you content yourself with fumbling with his jeans (grateful there's no belt there). The top button pops and your heart skips a beat, another button and you hold your breath. You grab on side of his fly and pull, popping the last three buttons with a rapid soft sound.

Richard moans into your mouth.

You absently hear Rachel gasp gently, her attention zeroed on the two of you like a huntress.

Richard shifts slightly, moving in a way that drives his thigh between yours spreading you legs farther, shifting your weight onto your taint and asshole, you moan. His move also shifts he jeans in a way that allows you better access.

You don't hesitate to take advantage, push his boxers down hurriedly and hooking the waist band under his balls. His cock slaps his taught stomach and as your hand grasps his thick, warm, pulsing girth you sigh with a contentment you're sure you've not felt before.

For a moment all you can do is hold it and revel in its touch.

Richard breaks the kiss and you breath heavily, staring into his eyes.

For a moment you panic, unsure of his intentions.