Hotbox

I step into the hall and follow the tell-tale sounds of bodies slapping together. Coming to a cracked open room door, I peek inside to spot Drew slamming into Jewels from behind.

Her tattoos glistened in new life, her lips parted in an attempt to regulate her breathing. She looks archaic, demonic and beautiful. My cock stands in salute.

Gently, Krystal nudges me aside, and I push on the door by mistake, making it squeak open. Jewels' eyes snap up to first her sister, and then to me and holds my gaze.

My cock defies gravity to a greater extent.

"Come one." Krystal takes my hand in hers, pulling me out of her sister's tractor beam. "I think you were exploring new possibilities."

That's enough to snap me out if it, and I follow Krystal to her own room. It's a bit more girly than I expected, but that makes this tough cookie all the cuter.

She turns around sweetly, seduction on her face. I respond by half pushing-half tossing her unto the bed and hopping on over here, play fighting my way between her legs.

I am just lining up when she puts her hand on my chest.

"Wait a minute, you're too dry down there." She reaches up and fumbles with her drawer before pulling out some heating gel that doubles as a lubricant. At my stare she explains, "What? I masturbate in the winter, too."

Taking the bottle, I cover my hand with the gel, and then stroke my cock with it. It is really warm.

Krystal rolls over and props herself up with a pillow beneath her chest. As if in after thought, she looks over her shoulder and pierces me with her gaze.

"Go slow, there's never been more than a finger there."

I smile up at her, and before she can ask for verbal confirnation, I squeeze some of the gel on her dark star, making her moan instead.

I slip a finger back into her, and then two and they both slide in easy enough. Slowly, I push in and out, each in stroke taking me closer to being knuckle deep. When I make it, I start to scissor my fingers, making her squirm.

"Shh.. relax, girl." I Smack her lightly across her backside, illiciting a moan, but I also feel her relax on my hand. Pulling back my fingers, I stroke her insides a bit. When my fingers are just about to slip out, I press my cockhead to her and push...

Ah... she moans, swears tumbling out afterwards. I pause to allow her time but she shakes her heads and beckons me further. Sawing in and out, I make my way deeper until thigh slapping music fills the air.

Sweat beads replace the droplets of water in her skin as I dominate this little nympho in her first anal experience.

She pushes back, her ass spreading before slapping close when she leans forward. Her moans of pleasure are peppered with grunts of pain, further spiced with slaps on her ass.

I toss Krystal's salad until her arms give out, her eyes glaze over and drool flows freely from her mouth.

Then I flood her hot box with the heat of my semen, and pass out.