Hank gives Billy two fingers and two knuckles

"There we go, there we go," Hank said. He pressed two gloved fingers up the ass of Billy Royce, rock star and bisexual sex symbol as Billy knelt behind Hank's wife Veevee, his thick cock entering her from the rear.

"You got me, man," Billy said. "Oh, up my ass. Veevee, your man's giving me two fingers."

"Mmm, you're liking that, I can tell," Veevee said.

"Uh huh," Billy said. "I like that. Uh huh. Fuck." He tossed his head, his long dark hair sweeping across his shoulders and back.

Hank gently fingered Billy's ass. "Let me know how this feels, Billy," he said. With his other hand, Hank curled his first and second fingers and pressed them to Billy's cock root, moving them up and down. Billy's cock root pulsed and swelled under Hank's grinding strokes.

"Oh," Billy said. "Oh fuck you're gonna get me, man."

"Ha ha, yes, Billy," Veevee said. "Hammer me, show me how much you love it."

"Veevee, sweet mama," Billy said. He let his hips start swinging again, thrusting into Veevee from behind. The bed creaked with his thrusts. "Move those fingers, Hank, fuck into me, man."

Hank moved his gloved fingers in and out of Billy's ass while he kept grinding Billy's cock root with his other hand. Billy's ring squeezed down on his fingers and his cock root pulsed under his knuckles.

"Mm-hm," Hank murmured with satisfaction. "Now give it to her, Billy," he said.

"Oh mama, oh," Billy said. He squeezed Veevee's buttocks and fucked harder. The bed squeaked under them.

"Give it up, Billy," Veevee said.

"OH!" Billy said. His thick cock swelled inside Veevee.

"Yes!" Veevee said.

Billy's head tilted back. He groaned loudly with his orgasm. His hips swung hard, slapping his tight, tattooed midriff into Veevee's butt. Hank pressed his gloved fingers as deep as they could go and felt Billy's ring squeeze down tight.

Billy's thrusts eased off and came to a stop. The bed's springs went quiet and the only sound was from the three lovers' breathing. The air was warm, carrying the scent of sweat, lube, female arousal, and now, a final note, the grassy scent of Billy's seed, oozing out in thick pearly threads from between his shaft and Veevee's labia.

Hank kept his gloved fingers still inside the warmth of Billy's ass. He moved his other hand to cup Billy's heavy balls. Veevee turned her head to the side, resting it on the bed. The three of them held in place, Billy's big cock slowly softening inside Veevee, until Hank felt Billy tremble, his knees weakening.

"I'm glad you're here," Hank said. "Let me ease on out."

"Thank you, sir," Billy said. "I feel welcome."

Hank gave Billy a gentle squeeze on the balls. "That you are, Billy," Hank said. "That you are."

"So welcome," Veevee said.

"Comin' out, Mrs. M," Billy said. He withdrew his cock from Veevee's pussy, trailing a thick bridge of seed. His cock sagged, half-hard, but still impressive in size and thickness. "Ahh." He flopped down on the bed.

"That was wonderful, Billy," Veevee said. She laughed. "I hope Lil doesn't get jealous. You are her favorite rockstar."

"Just let me know," Billy said. "I'll make it up to her."

Hank and Veevee laughed.

"I just might," Veevee said. "Hank, hon?" she said.

Hank remembered that the video camera was still running. "Stay right there, Vee," he said. "Let me grab a close-up." He lifted the camera from the headboard and gave it a close look at Veevee's thickly creamed pussy and Billy's softening cock.

Veevee laughed. "That'll be a picture," she said.

Hank asked, "You want to keep the camera running?"