a male pilot

Yvette was able to see enough of the door to identify a man coming into the room as Miguel, a pilot. Yvette wasn't sure how well she knew Miguel. Did we fly together? Or did we just meet in here once or twice?

Yvette nodded an acknowledgment, which Miguel returned. Abbie lifted her head, but didn't turn to the door.

"What was that?" Abbie asked, quietly.

"I can tell you," said Yvette, "but it might be more exciting to not know. Are you okay with not knowing?"

Abbie nodded and smiled. "I'm okay with that." She lowered her head back into Yvette's pussy, and her tongue went back to work.

Yvette sighed, and cradled Abbie's head with her hands. Miguel had slipped off his shoes by the door, and removed his blazer, draping it over a chair. He quietly walked toward the sofa, where he stood next to Abbie's legs, facing Yvette. Yvette leaned back again, licked her lips, and closed her eyes.

Abbie thrust her tongue in and out of Yvette's pussy, every so often rubbing the edge of her teeth against her clit. Abbie tightened and relaxed the muscle of her tongue in Yvette's pussy, swirling it in circles, one direction, then the other, then thrusting again.

Miguel had silently moved closer to the couch, and had undone the top of his pants. He gazed at Abbie's ass in front of him, and pulled his cock out, which was already partially erect. He stroked his dick, his eyes shifting from Abbie's ass to Yvette's body to Yvette's eyes, and then back again. It wasn't long before he was completely erect. His brown skin was darker than Abbie's, but lighter than Yvette's. He spit into his hand, and rubbed the head of his cock, giving himself a natural lubricant.

Yvette looked up again and saw Miguel jerking off next to Abbie. She eyed his cock, and smiled. _We definitely met in here, _she thought. _We fucked three times in here before I found out that you barely speak English.- - - - - -

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Miguel glanced at Abbie, seeing both her pussy and ass from his vantage point. He looked back at Yvette, who nodded, encouraging Miguel to take control. He watched Abbie working on Yvette's pussy, and timed his movements with hers. As it looked like she was pushing forward with ****, he quickly put a knee up onto the couch, and pressed the head of his cock against Abbie's pussy.

Abbie inhaled sharply, but didn't stop licking and sucking Yvette's cunt. Miguel couldn't see it, but Abbie closed her eyes when she felt his cock on her pussy, preparing herself for him to fuck her. She knew it was a man, somehow she knew, even if she couldn't see him. She smelled him, perhaps, or simply recognized the feeling of a cock against the edge of her pussy. But he didn't penetrate her, not quite yet. What was taking him so long? she wondered.

Miguel looked at Yvette, who was nodding even more, as if to say, _do it already, fuck her now! _And so he did. With a smooth push forward, his dick slipped into Abbie's pussy. On the first thrust, about half of it went in. And on the second, he was all the way forward.

Abbie gasped, and returned to Yvette's snatch. She grinded her hips against Miguel, not just accepting his cock into her, but fucking him back, using her own muscles to pull on him. Her face worked in one direction, lapping at Yvette's pussy, working her tongue around and into her hole, licking and flicking at Yvette's clit; and simultaneously, her hips pushing backward, catching Miguel's energy moving toward her.

As he fucked her from behind, Miguel admired Abbie's beautiful pale skin. He ran his palm along her ass, so smooth, so unblemished. He stroked her ass as if he was about to spank her, but didn't. He just kept thrusting, fucking her pussy, rearing his hand back as if to hit her, but instead just caressing her pale and smooth skin.

Abbie's hands were on Yvette's breasts, holding her firm, large boobs, feeling the mound of them as they rose from her chest. Her mouth was in constant action, licking, biting, licking again.

Abbie loved the size and shape of Yvette's breasts. They were larger than her own, both plumper overall, but wider, and with larger nipples. When she fingered Yvette's nipples, Yvette smiled and bit her lip, her eyes narrowed and her breathing got heavier.

Yvette lifted her head a little, both to watch Abbie's hands and face, but also to speak to Miguel. She grew up speaking several languages, and although Spanish wasn't one of her native tongues, she had worked on it enough to ask the important questions.

"¿Qué quieres. azotarla? ¿Follarla por el culo? ¿Follarme?"