Damian, While Teasing Erin-Lynn

Sierra smiled with a devilish idea as she watched her boyfriend stroking his cock as he stood above the two women laying on the floor of the stopped elevator.

Turning to look at the still stunned dirty blonde she stood up with a confident smile, discarding the bathrobe she sauntered over to Damian draping herself on one shoulder. With Damian's arm nestled in her cleavage she reached down and took hold of the cock, stroking it firmly while gazing down at their captive audience.

Gasping and moaning lusciously as Damian began fingering her Sierra laid a kiss on his cheek before gazing back at the woman staring at them, silently.

“I'm sorry honey. I don't think she wants to play.” Sierra stated with a sultry undertone, nibbling on Damian's shoulder. “She's over dressed for it.”

“Well then I guess she gets to watch. The elevator isn't going anywhere.” Damian remarked groping one of Sierra's breasts as he turned to face her contemplating how next to fuck her as the desire and want for pleasure resumed its place of priority in his mind.

Sierra wasn't content to just resume fucking though, she felt the need to display just what it was she had to enjoy, kissing her way down his impressively toned torso, dropping to her knees she kneaded the monstrous cock in her breasts, dancing her tongue across the tip.

“I don't know what's gotten into us… but I can't argue.” Sierra said with a cheeky tone, lining the elongated cock across her face for scale, before sauntering her tongue up its length from his testicles as she mouthed it once more. Sierra gazed invitingly to the third elevator occupant as Damian groaned in pleasure.

God she was such a slut, and she loved it. Sierra thought unabashedly.

Erin couldn't believe her eyes. She had just come up from the dance to grab condoms. She didn't know why, she just felt that she and her husband might not make it right back to their room. But he wasn't on her mind as the magnificently proportioned brunette that had fallen in the elevator fucking displayed her show piece partner's cock.

She was mocking her. Taunting her, with her perfect body, her perfect boyfriend, her mammoth cock… Erin began to swim in her resuming buzz from the open bar. They did invite her to play. She liked that idea, oh how she liked it.

Play… Erin resisted the urge to touch herself, to run her hands all over her body, to show that she too was a curvaceous woman beneath her dress. Matt wouldn't mind… Would he? Did it matter? Her family didn't really li… What was she thinking? Erin-Lynn shook her head feeling slightly mortified by the entertainment of such ideas. She was a married WOMAN!

After impressing Erin-Lynn with a deep throat Sierra mouthed a testicle with a smile. “Where are we going to shove this next?” She asked rhetorically provoking a broad smile across Damian's face. “Here?” Sierra asked pulling herself fully up right and pressing the cock between her breasts before stroking up and down it as she crouched down to her knees.

“Ohhh… That feels good. Almost as good as when I erupt, cumming in you, or across your tits and face.” Damian moaned luridly as Sierra lapped at the head of his cock before stroking upwards with her tits enveloping his cock

“If only we'd have someone to help you lick me clean after.” Sierra added with a glance at their captive audience, thinking about the delightful pleasure of two tongues rolling across her bareskin. “Or perhaps you can fuck my ass.”

“Or your pussy, perhaps while you 69.”

“Or as I go cow girl, leaving your tongue to be ridden by anyone who wants to make out. Or take a seat” Sierra replied with a wink towards Erin-Lynn.

Sierra and Damian kept going back and forth, changing positions, actions, and proposing how they'd fuck next. Always leaving a spot open in their dialogue of suggestions for a third.

Erin-Lynn didn't understand why she was rocking slightly in a barely self controlled frenzy of growing sexual tension. Right now the lewd couple we intertwined in a 69, sharing their primal sounds of pleasure between busying their tongues, with spoken fantasies shared back and forth, and provoking more pleasure from one another.

Erin-Lynn thought about pulling Sierra up off the dick by the hair, tasting the cum from her lips, and then plunging it deep inside her. Oh, how nice it would be to just surrender to them. But she couldn't, as much as she wanted to join in the cycle of their building up to the sexual peak they all desired. Maybe even deserved.

With her arms crossing her chest she watched as Sierra arched upwards throwing her head back in audible bliss as Damian's tongue penetrated just right. After gasping for a moment, she gazed at Erin-Lynn, mouthing two words that gave Erin-Lynn pause.

Do it. It resonated with a foreign commanding voice in her head, seductively inviting her to surrender.

Do it? Do what? Gazing down at her body, leaned up in a corner of the elevator she noticed it. Her hands cupped over her breasts, ready to squeeze, to massage, to fondle.

What harm could one squeeze be? How crazy would it drive the couple trying to seduce her? It wasn't cheating if she just made them want her more…. Was it? Gazing at the couple locked in their 69 once more Erin-Lynn felt relieved of the pressure to partake in the lewd activities of the elevator.

Watching the couple enthralled to pleasuring one another Erin-Lynn felt the relief of her hand clenching her breast, after gasping in joy and looking upwards she gazed back at the couple. They hadn't noticed.

Good, Erin-Lynn thought to herself. Whilst also feeling upset that she hadn't drawn their attention.

Her right hand continued to fondle and massage her left tit, teasing the nipple through the padding of her bra. Erin-Lynn’s left hand began to subconsciously add to the chorus as Erin-Lynn wallowed in the sensation, trying to ignore the debate in the back of her mind of where exactly the line of cheating was.

What if she just lay here to be taken advantage of? Or just licked up some cum? Is it cheating on a husband if its just with a girl? She tried to shake such ridiculous thoughts, despite her clit calling for attention and her mind cravenly hungering to justify the actions she wanted to do most.

Whispering. Erin-Lynn froze like a deer in headlights gazing at the couple, they had paused their reciprocal oral watching the lone clothed individual in the elevator. With equally bemused grins Sierra shifted atop her partner, grinding herself across his body before turning and slowly impaling her pussy atop his cock. Releasing a long lewd moan of delighted relief to feel it penetrating into her interior.

As she lay flat pressing her breasts against her partner, they kissed delectably, grinding against each other before gazing at Erin-Lynn, inviting her to make her next move.