Alison stripped

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Connor released Alison's hands and eased her down onto the soft quilt of the bed. She tried to sit up, only to be pinned flat by Joan crawling across her chest and nuzzling at it. She nipped, kissed and eventually began sucking at the swollen nipples, providing all the distraction Connor needed to begin working on Alison's belt. Her legs kicked a bit, but he succeeded in unfastening belt and jeans, and began pulling them down her legs.

As he finished removing the jeans Connor also pulled off Alison's Batman socks and then began to kiss his way back up her legs. He peppered the insides of her legs with light kisses while his hands gently squeezed the muscles of her calves, then her thighs. He was stopped short of her underwear when Joan slid her slim leg between Alison's and began grinding down on the girl's crotch.

Sitting up, Connor saw that the girls had begun to make out, but their roles were reversed from earlier. Joan now lay on top, controlling Alison with a handful of blonde hair. She was devouring her, long sloppy kisses mixed with almost painful looking pinching of Alison's engorged nipples. Connor couldn't resist dipping his head and softly biting one of Joan's cheeks.

She mewed, and broke off her kiss, but he was relieved to see a happy smile on her face.

"So you want to see me make her come?" he asked, "Or do it yourself?"

"I think I want to. But please. Stay in charge." Connor blinked in confusion for a moment at Joan's words.

"Like I said," giggled Alison from the bottom of the pile, "She likes it when she gets to be all slavegirl."

That earned her a pair of twisted nipples, Joan grabbing and pulling with both hands as she silenced Alison with another kiss.

"Not," continued Alison when she was finally allowed to speak again, "that she doesn't seem to enjoy having me under her."

Joan actually blushed at that. So cute, thought Connor.

"Isn't she adorable?" he said, without specifying which girl he was talking to or which he meant, "I mean, you both look amazing right now. Joan, you wanted to make her come. Get to it, and I'll reward you. Now Alison, I need to ask. What do you like?"

"Huh?" said Alison, struggling to focus as Joan went to work. She was kissing at her throat, pinching a nipple, burrowing a hand into her underwear. She was everywhere at once!

"Do you want to submit? You seem like you're enjoying yourself right now, but a minute ago you two had switched roles. What do you want?"

Alison screwed up her eyes and tried to focus. Connor took pity on her, reaching down and stilling Joan for a moment.

"I don't care. It's hot either way. I think Joan said that she only really gets off on thinking about you in control, but look at her now. I just want you both and - aah!"

Whatever else Alison might have added was eclipsed by Joan resuming her work, her tight butt swaying above the pair as Alison writhed beneath her.