A restless night…

After a minute, the two women had finished setting their bed up, as Evelynn walked over to him, grabbing his hand, as she led him to the mattresses.

Desmond then sat down, looked around the room, before laying his head on the mattress, as he lay sprawled out, just staring at the ceiling in boredom, before Evelynn strutted over to his form, simply laid beside him, as she trailed her nearly miniscule hand over his form, hardly able to reach across his chest, as she smiled away.

Then, as a few seconds passed, Esrin worked up the courage to waltz over to the mattresses, as well, as she stood over Desmond and Evelynn’s forms, before Evelynn reached her unoccupied arm to tap at Esrin’s ankle, startling her into action, as she simply laid beside Desmond, on the other side, as she merely snuggled into his extended arm.

All the while, an absolutely perturbed Alice stood at the door, watching on in awe, and some jealousy, as she pressed a button, and closed the door, leaving her to make countless assumptions, quite baselessly at that.

But they were quite true, regardless, as behind the closed door, while Desmond was sitting in inaction, Evelynn moved sharply, as she was suddenly atop his chest, her hands still tracing across his form tenderly, as she maneuvered her hand to behind her, as she found a firm, yet tender, grasp around Desmond currently limp member, which then instantly shot into steel-like sturdiness, as Desmond simply laid on the ground, while Esrin was in awe at the entire situation, before Evelynn reached out with surprising ease, grabbing Esrin by the shoulder, as she pulled her to Desmond’s form.

Then, Evelynn leaned forward, placed her mouth on his ear, and she lightly whispered out, “Your move, dear…”

“My move…?” As she said this, Desmond thought about his options, as he suddenly lurched his arms to her sides, both hands grasping her tenderly, thoroughly engulfing her waist, as he traced his pointer fingers across her back, as he lifted her form, and in as ginger a motion he could manifest, Desmond tore her few remaining clothes from her form, leaving her utterly nude in his beefy mitts, completely helpless within his grasp, as she, in turn, started gushing from her oh so ready and willing quim.

Then, as Desmond caressed her form, Esrin, watching on in awe, as he callously rubbed the tip of his near monstrous member against Evelynn’s quivering quim, before looking her straight in her eyes, a gentle hand guiding her visage to his, ever so closely, nay a movement, or a single shake of his ever steady arms, as he breathed steadily through the very minute exertion this actually was.

And as she was held there, right at the brink of pleasure, of penetration, at the brink of all that Evelynn desired, she was held, and cruelly so, as Desmond suddenly, with a slight breath at her ear, and whispered out to her, “What do you want me to do…?”

“I… I want… Please, Desmond, I NEED you to…” Before she could finish her words, Desmond released a slight laugh, as he pulled her mouth into a passionate kiss, and with an unceremonious plunge, he speared six inches in Evelynn’s awaiting form, as she collapsed into his grasp, falling further into his kiss, and immediately cumming from the sudden act.

And as Esrin was watching on during it all, she began doling her own pleasure, falling into a fit of pleasure, her hands in constant motion, drawing squirt after squirt with every action, aided in every step by the intense moans of pleasure coming from Evelynn’s mouth, unable to be contained, as both women present came intensely.

Desmond then withdrew his lips from Evelynn’s mouth, as he caressed her face with tender motions, and suddenly, his one handed grip around her waist tightened slightly, as he pulled her closer, another five inches being buried within.