SOL - True Colors Part 4

The second that the thought of orgasm crosses Lara’s mind, Olivia ends the blowjob.

The handjobs too. She stands up, face to face with Lara, wiping her mouth with one thumb. Lara stands there like a starstruck virgin as Olivia wraps her arms around her neck and moves closer, pressing her soft breasts against Lara’s firm ones. Lara’s damp cock pushes against Olivia’s smooth, brown belly.

Lips parted, Olivia moves into kissing range, holding eye contact. Lara barely resists. She kisses Olivia on the mouth, hard, embracing her. Olivia startles her by turning her and pushing her onto the bed. Lara’s breasts and cock jiggle as she lands, spread-eagle and wide-eyed.

Olivia bends to slide her panties off, then crawls onto the bed. She rises to her knees, straddling Lara.

“Now you have to prove it,” she says, and Lara’s about to retort, but she stops at the sight of the bottle that Oliva has picked up from the sheets. She squeezes a generous amount of clear gel into her palm and reaches back. You and Riley have an extremely explicit view as Olivia slides her hand between her cheeks to lube herself up. Whatever quip Lara had in mind dies before getting out. She can only stare as Olivia grasps her cock and sinks, taking its full length into her ass with nothing more than a little groan of satisfaction. She stays leaned back, so all Lara can reach is her thighs. Lara makes a choked sound. That probably feels a little different from what she’s used to.

Lazily, Olivia begins to move her hips in an easy, graceful rolling motion. She never takes her eyes off Lara, who can’t look away.

You and Riley stand there forgotten, naked and erect, arrested by the spectacle.

You recover first. Two steps are all you need to stand behind Riley. You place your hands lightly on her waist. That wakes her up. She glances back at you, then looks at Lara. Jogged out of her daze, you see the gears turning and the emotions coming out. Lara is utterly lost in Olivia. Riley might as well not exist. It’s the same feeling she had when Lara ran off.

Riley looks back at you several times. After an agonizingly long five seconds or so, she takes the smallest step backward. Your cock bumps against her smooth rear end. That’s good enough for you. You slide your hands to her hips and pull her to you, leaning in to kiss her neck. Your hands stroke up over her tummy to her breasts. She breathes shakily and drops of precum fall from the tip of her twitching cock. She’s wet between her legs, and a single drop rolls down her left thigh. She’s warm and smooth.

Lara grunts with each motion from Olivia, but now she tears her eyes away from Olivia’s goddess body. She sees Riley in your arms.