IR Future - Part 16

You feel like you’re the one getting played with, but this whole experience has killed any sense of embarrassment you might have about something like a tent in your shorts. So you watch openly as Lara kisses and teases Fru Satan until she’s so wet that her juices drip down her thighs and Lara’s hand is completely covered.

“You want me to fuck you?” Lara asks her.

Fru Satan doesn’t reply. Lara turns her around and looks into her eyes. She slides her hands down the Swedish woman’s back to her shapely rear, which she squeezes appreciatively.

“Not going to say it?” Lara presses.

Fru Satan stays silent. You have a lot of admiration for her. Mostly horniness, but admiration too.

“Fine,” Lara replies. “Lie down.” She points at the ground.

Fru Satan sits, then lies back. She gazes up at Lara as Lara takes off her sweaty workout clothes. You see the effort that it takes for Fru Satan to keep her eyes on Lara’s face and not her penis.

Lara kneels between Fru Satan’s legs and spreads them wide. Fru Satan’s minimalist bush is shiny with her juices, her mound is red and swollen, her legs are wet, and her scent has overpowered the smell of cleaning products that previously dominated the gym.

You bite your thumb and watch nervously as Lara enters her. Fru Satan doesn’t react except for a slight tension in her belly. Lara holds the Swedish woman’s legs, keeping them spread wide.

“This is what you wanted,” Lara says, a little breathily, as she pushes in. Fru Satan’s soft, pale breasts sway mouthwateringly. “You’re so wet. I think you like being on the bottom.” She suddenly thrusts hard, but despite the wet smack and the bouncing of Fru Satan’s breasts, she still doesn’t make a sound.

That annoys Lara. She turns up the heat, which gives you an unexpected spark of jealousy. If that was you on the fake grass right now, they’d probably be able to hear your voice all the way in Florida.

“Oh, come on. You love it,” Lara pants, thrusting vigorously.

Fru Satan stubbornly stays quiet, although she’s clenching her jaw now. If you weren’t so turned on, you’d laugh. Somehow, Fru Satan is… still in charge.

“Fine,” Lara grumbles, pausing her thrusting.

But Fru Satan is way too cool to look disappointed. Lara looks at you.

“If she’s not going to use it for anything, she might as well help,” she says, glancing at your obvious tent.

You hesitate.

“Riley! It’s not cheating! It’s not a vagina,” Lara snaps.

You aren’t sure about the technical correctness of that, but you’re too worked up to care. You wordlessly wiggle out of your shorts and underwear, pull them over your sneakers and toss them aside, crawling over to Fru Satan.

“You don’t mind, do you?” you ask her.

“Riley,” Lara says, giving you a reproving look.

Fru Satan opens her mouth. You gently guide your cock in and let her take over. She’s gentle and unhurried with her sucking, but that becomes a rougher experience as Lara starts to pound her again. You find yourself supporting Fru Satan’s head, hypnotized by her bouncing breasts as Lara pours all the strength she has into giving her the most bruising fucking that she can.

“Don’t be a pussy,” Lara gasps at you.

You ignore her. She wants you to shove your cock down Fru Satan’s throat and make her gag, but that’s not what you’re here for. It feels good. Ingrid has her own way of giving head, and Fru Satan’s a little different. You’re happy with that, and you let out a soft moan of satisfaction as you feel her tongue on the underside of your shaft. You shiver and start to breathe harder.

“Teamwork?” Lara says breathlessly. “For old time’s sake?”

You savor the sensation of Fru Satan’s lips dragging along your shaft for a moment before answering.

“OK,” you reply.

Lara pulls out and drops Fru Satan’s shaking legs, joining you in kneeling over her face. You pull your cock out of her mouth and wrap your hand around it. Fru Satan only looks startled for a moment, but then she smiles.

You squeak as Lara suddenly uses her free hand to grab your ass, feverishly jerking her cock with the other.

“Hey,” you gasp.

“Shut it. Might not get another chance,” she replies raggedly, digging her fingernails into your butt cheek.

You groan and lean forward, hips shuddering. Your thick, white cum slatters over Fru Satan’s open mouth and nose. Lara hisses and shoots her load all over Fru Satan’s eye and hair. She doesn’t let go of your bottom until the last of it as has dribbled over her knuckles. She sits back on her heels with a long groan.

You tear your eyes away from the white ropes of semen decorating Fru Satan’s flushed face. You brush your sweaty hair back and try to catch your breath.

“Thought you were going to creampie her,” you say.

“I’m not finished,” Lara replies.