Half-Dressed, Full Fuck

You still had Gemma’s shirt and bra pulled back with one hand, her ass pressed to your pelvis as you pulled her shoulder back to your chest. You wrapped your other hand around her waist and spread your fingers out across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her soft skin as you ground your cock deeper inside of her.

“Uuunh,” Gemma moaned, her head still falling back on your shoulder.

You used your hips to pull out a bit and shove yourself back in. It was only a couple of inches of movement at best, but Gemma quivered as her cunt grabbed at you, not wanting to let you go.

“Did I mention that I really like this outfit?” you said quietly to her, continuing to slowly fuck her. “The top is very cute on you, and the athletic bra underneath is such a tease. Plus I love your stomach and back. I’d kiss you there over and over if I wasn’t a little busy doing other things.”

Gemma smiled and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork sometimes, John.”

You nuzzled her hair away from her neck and placed your lips there, kissing her softly. “Got a problem with that?”

“Not in a million years, love,” she hummed happily.

Sabrina was still kneeling on the floor in front of you and Gemma, completely naked with her legs spread as she fingered herself with one hand. Her eyes were wide as she took in you and Gemma fucking in front of her, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly.

You started to speed up your thrusting, feeling Gemma’s thick butt slapping softly against your hips. You let go of the back of Gemma’s top, the elastic of the bra snapping back into place, and brought both your hands around to palm and squeeze her breasts through her athletic bra. She began thrusting her ass back at you, her eyes closed as she focused on the feelings.

“I want to help,” Sabrina murmured. “Is there- Gemma, you helped that first time with me and John. Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to try **** you?” Sabrina’s kink for **** had developed quickly from fantasy to reality, and you’d gotten more comfortable with it. That first time you’d tried it Gemma had done some of the ****, too. It was the most she’d taken part in that not-quite-threesome.

Gemma shook her head softly. “No, I don’t think so,” she said softly. “I just- I mean I’ll try it, but I don’t think so.”

“Another time,” you grunted. The effort of our fucking was less about the act of fucking and more about the slightly awkward angle we were in.

“What do you like?” Sabrina asked. “I mean, other than watching. Because I know you fucking loved watching me and John this week.”

Gemma breathed out a nearly soundless laugh. “I hadn’t even - God, yes love, get deep like that - I hadn’t even thought of it like that, but I guess you’re right. Mmmm, nipples please. Yes, yesyesyes. I guess I’m a voyeur, at least with you two. But I’m not that kinky, either.”

“Says you,” you smiled, whispering into her ear. “What happened to what you said on Friday night?”

“Fuuuuck,” Gemma moaned. “Is that even a kink?”

You glanced at Sabrina and smiled, guessing at what her thoughts would be. “Tell her.”

Gemma was already flushed from the fucking, but now she started to flush more deeply from mild shyness. “I- Um…”

“Tell me, please?” Sabrina said, shuffling forward on her knees. She took Gemma’s hands in hers. They were nearly tit to tit, Sabrina’s much smaller ones just brushing against the backs of your fingers as you continued to hold and squeeze Gemma’s. “You got to see some of my really kinky shit. I just want to know you’re getting what you want, too.”

“I am,” Gemma panted. “God, I am. I want- I want John. That’s what I want. He owns me in the bedroom. He can have anything he wants because I know he loves me. That’s what I fucking want - fuck, love, you just got harder inside me!”

You had, right when she said you owned her in the bedroom. She’d said it before, but her admitting it to Sabrina was hot as hell because it made it more real for someone else to hear it. To know it.

“You know I’m his too, right?” Sabrina said. She closed the distance, pressing her nakedness against Gemma’s front, one hand holding her hip and the other brushing the hair out of Gemma’s face. “Remember? My mouth, my pussy. He claimed them both. Next he’ll claim my ass, and it’ll be his, too. Isn’t it so fucking hot to know he can do that? That John is who he is?”

Gemma laughed, squeezing her eyes shut as you buried inside of her deeply again, holding for a moment.

“Mine first,” Gemma said.

“You what first?” Sabrina asked.

“My asssss,” Gemma sighed. “Seriously. You got to fuck him first, I want him to fuck my ass first. Please? I need a first too for this to be balanced, Sabrina.”

“Of course,” Sabrina said, leaning forward and lightly kissing Gemma’s lips. “But don’t wait too long or I’ll get impatient.”

“OK,” Gemma nodded. “Sooner than later.” Then she turned back to you. “Not today though, love.”

“I wouldn’t think of it,” you chuckled. “Well, I would. You have a pretty butthole.”

“Whatever that means,” Gemma laughed.

“Wait, I have an idea,” Sabrina said, sliding away from us. You went back to fucking Gemma as Sabrina scooted over and picked up Gemma’s phone from your bedside table. She held it up to Gemma and unlocked it with her face recognition, then went to the camera. “Hold still. I want you to see exactly what John owning that Aussie cunt of yours looks like right now.”

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