Miles Vanessa and Eve Threesome

The home office is quieter than the rest of the house, the party noise reduced to a distant hum through the walls. A desk, a chair, a leather couch along one wall.

Eve is already inside when Miles pushes the door open. She looks around the room with mild appreciation.

Eve: beds are just boring anyway.

Vanessa closes the door behind them and looks at Miles.

Vanessa: you managed?

Miles: I found someone for Eve's date. Lin's situation was more complicated.

Vanessa is quiet for a moment.

Vanessa: it won't be the same without Lin.

Eve raises an eyebrow.

Vanessa: she gives the best head.

Eve looks at Vanessa.

Eve: to women maybe.

She tilts her head slightly.

Eve: you are still the best cocksucker I have ever seen.

Something flickers in Vanessa's expression. Not quite a smile but close.

Vanessa looks at Miles.

Vanessa: shall we?

Miles steps toward them.

He kisses Vanessa first, slow and deliberate, one hand at her jaw. Then he turns to Eve and kisses her, different energy, more immediate, her hands going to his collar. He moves back to Vanessa. Then Eve again. Taking his time with both of them, unhurried, feeling the difference between them.

Eve is warmer and more direct than Vanessa. Where Vanessa is controlled and precise, Eve simply takes what she wants, her hands more insistent, her kiss less patient.

Vanessa steps back first and drops to her knees in front of him. She reaches up and undoes his belt, unzips his trousers and pulls everything down in one motion. She takes his cock in her hand and strokes once, looking up at him.

Eve continues kissing him while putting her hand on Vanessa's head continuing to guide her head on Miles' cock, not that she needed any help there.

Vanessa takes his cock in her mouth first, slow and thorough, exactly as advertised. Eve watches from beside her, one hand at the base stroking in rhythm. After a moment Vanessa pulls back and Eve takes over without any ceremony, her technique different, more eager, less controlled.

Eve is much more aggressive. Miles is already warmed up and she doesn't need any. She starts sucking him hard, her lips seal tight on his cock as she moves her head on his cock.

Miles: He exhales hard. god.

They find a rhythm between them. Vanessa takes his cock in her mouth, deep and unhurried. Pulls back. Eve takes over, faster and more urgent. Pulls back. Vanessa again. Their hands working whoever their mouth is not on, occasionally their lips meeting over his cock before one of them takes him back in.

After several minutes they both stand, finally they time to take their own clothes off. Vanessa is petite but curvy in the right places. Even is bit more busty with a thicker body.

Miles turns to the desk. He takes Vanessa by the waist and lifts her onto the edge of it in one clean motion. She parts her legs and leans back on her hands, looking at him with dark steady eyes.

He drops to his knees in front of her, pushes her dress up around her waist, and moves her underwear aside. He puts his mouth on her pussy without preamble.

She exhales sharply at the first contact, her head dropping back.

Vanessa: oh.

Eve moves in beside her, standing at the edge of the desk. She takes Vanessa's face in her hands and kisses her deeply. Vanessa kisses her back, one hand finding Eve's hair. Eve's other hand moves between Vanessa's thighs alongside Miles's mouth, her fingers finding their own angle, working in rhythm with his tongue.

Vanessa breaks the kiss briefly.

Vanessa: both of you.

Eve goes back to kissing her.

Eve: mmm.

Miles works her steadily, his hands flat on her inner thighs, Eve's fingers alongside his mouth. Vanessa's composure dissolves by degrees, her usual stillness replaced by something unguarded and genuine.

Vanessa grips the edge of the desk.

Vanessa: oh god. don't stop.