Double-team time.

"Mmh! Faster, Michael!" Cerys moans, suprisingly legible for having Franklin's cock in her mouth. The three are in Amanda's Sentinel, speeding back to the Welshwoman's Vespucci Beach apartment. When you had Michael agree to Cerys' little tryst, you were given an option of which of the boys to keep control of. The one not selected was the lucky one, as Cerys dragged him, Franklin in this case, into the back and treated him to a sloppy and passionate blowjob.

"Honestly dawg, you take all the time you need, obey the rules of the road, all that shit!" Franklin groans, clearly not in a hurry, clearly enjoying the blonde's attention.

"Two hard cocks, just for me, this really is the land of opportunity!" the curvaceous immigrant says saucily.

"Hey Frank, just try not to splooge everywhere just yet, yeah? This is my wife's ride." Michael says, speeding across Los Santos. "On second thought, make as much mess as you want. Fuck her."

"Mr. and Mrs. De Santa be havin' what you might call a marital spat." Franklin pants, to the bubbly ball of sexual energy currently half-splayed across his lap.

"Aww, how sad." Cerys says, the sound of her jacking Franklin's thick black shift demonstrating her real concern.

Rounding a corner, you bring the red convertible to a stop outside a nice looking apartment.

"Alright, we're here." Michael says. His eagerness and your own in lockstep. "You gonna invite us up for coffee, Miss Jones?"

"I sure am." Cerys says, disentangling herself from Franklin and exiting the car. As she does, the camera drinks in her round, fuckable ass in a mid-length skirt. "Play yours cards right, and it'll even be hot."

"Well shit, here goes nothing." Franklin says. He and Michael follow Cerys inside, and the camera cuts to black.

-

The action resumes with Michael and Franklin sat, a little awkwardly, on the sofa, while they wait on Cerys to get changed.

"The things people get up to in this town, man." Franklin says incredulously. "You ever... you know, with another guy?"

Michael scoffs.

"I was partnered with Trevor Phillips for years, and you're asking me if I've ever double-teamed a twist before? What do you think, kid?" The older thief says wryly. "But this ain't gonna be anything like that, okay? Don't get... weird."

"Pfff... you think you gotta tell me not to get weird?" Franklin shoots back.

"Cowards." Cerys says, stepping into the living room. "The weirdness is the best past! Besides, the amount of crazies in this town, you think anyone gives a fuck about a little bit of male intimacy?"

"Hard to even think about being intimate with anyone other than you right now, girl." Franklin says, giving his hardening cock a squeeze. Evidently he got a taste for her on the drive over.

Cerys has swapped out her skirt and blouse for a bikini and pink fishnets. The high-waisted briefs are divided into bold, thick coloured stripes, a repeating pattern of purple, yellow and blue.

"Not that I'm complaining, but with that get-up, you look like you shipped in from 1986." Michael says, leaning back to take her in.

"Just showing my Pan Pride, boyos." the Welshwoman says, winding a hand into each side of her bottoms and playfully hiking them up a little.

"Well lady, you've got plenty to be proud about." Michael says with a smirk, drinking the blonde in.

"What about you, lads?" the Welshwoman says. "Show me what you're working with, now."

You're given a prompt, and Michael and Franklin both oblige, unbuckling their belts and letting free their cocks.

"Jesus fuck!" Cerys says, biting her lip. As the boys rise, she brings a hand to each of them, stroking them. "I've landed two proper men, haven't I?"

The blonde smiles, Sophie Dee's arresting blue eyes flicking from one man's face to the other as she teases them both up.

Playfully, she guides both Michael and Franklin's cockheads into the top of her fishnet tights as she toys with them, letting the hard cocks tent out the sexy pink nylons.

"Ebony and ivory..." Cerys playfully sings as she gyrates her thighs. "But that's the question of the day, ain't it boyos? Can you play in perfect harmony?"

Both men gasping and groaning, Franklin's hand on her ass, Cerys puts an arm around each of her would-be lovers, hugging them.

"Who wants what hole, is what I'm sayin'." she finishes up breathily.

Franklin defers to Michael, your primary character at the moment, and you're given a choice of options, just like with a prostitute, only everything on the menu is complimentary tonight. There are certain maneouveres greyed out of course, acrobatic ones that require more strength and stamina than the boys currently have, as well as positions that require Michael and Franklin to have more trust to attempt.

Since you can see by tilting the camera down that Cerys is wet and willing, you go for the pussyhole.

"I'm a simple American male, Baby Blues." Michael tells Cerys. "I like beer, smokes and sticking it in a blonde's pie."

He demonstrates his affection by yanking aside Cerys' bikini bottoms, and entering her. The short blonde woman squeals cutely as he does.

"What a fucking romantic!" Cerys laughs, before kissing Michael. The older man goes balls deep in her, still stood together in her living room.

"Christ you're big!" Cerys whimpers, breaking the liplock. "Franklin, there's some lube on the table behind you, be a dear, eh?"

"Yeah, looks like you're on backdoor duty, pal." a very contented Michael groans.

Franklin pauses a moment. You're given the option to have him go into Cery's ass raw and hard. She may not like it, but why expand the options for sexual content in the game without providing the choice to "play rough"?

Still, for now, you decide to oblige the NPC's request. The bubbly, adventurous blonde was in a fine mood, you didn't intend to sour that just yet. You guide Franklin across the apartment, camera tilted so you can watch her and Michael pick up pace.

Picking up the lube, Franklin "applies" it to himself, then brings it back towards Cerys.

"I think you know what to do, lover." Cerys giggles.

"Yeah." Michael says, giving her ass a smack. The way Sophie's booty jiggles from both the sex and the slap is captured beautifully. "We got a peach that needs some syrup."

You hit a button, and you're able to upend the lube all over Cery's backside. Franklin scoops some up on his finger, and you're able to repeatedly press the button to lube her hole.

The job done, Franklin brings his black cock to Cery's asshole. You can a full-blown moan explode across the blonde's face as he guides himself into her, her gorgeous body squeezed between two eager and horny men.

"Holy shit!" Cerys gives a high-ptiched whine. She's clearly on cloud nine, and both of her men seem fairly intoxicated themselves as they pump their hips into her.

"Pick me up! Hold me up!" the blonde moans. Every ready to help, the thieves hoist Cery's curvy little body aloft, with some input from you of course, their cocks not leaving her accomodating holes.

"This a first for me." Franklin admits, the line of dialogue showing his current... exertion.

"Stranger things have happened in this town, kid." Michael says.

"Sure have. Didn't think we'd end up like this you put that gat on me."

"Stranger things are gonna happen in this apartment, daddies!" Cerys moans, too cock-drunk to pick up on what Franklin just mentioned.

"Strange like us fucking you in ways you never even thought of." Franklin says, redoubling his efforts on the white girl's booty.

"That a promise, daddy Franklin?" Cerys says, letting out a musical laugh. "You gonna keep fucking me good, daddy Mike?" she adds, turning her attention back to Michael, hungrily kissing him.

"Cool it with the daddy stuff, Baby Blues." Michael says, half-ironically.

"Yeah, you so much younger than this motherfucker, he gonna get confused." Franklin says, his amused tone undercut by how much being inside Cerys is beginning to make him gasp. "You probably only a couple months older than his real daughter."

"For real?" the Welsh woman asks. "That's hot."

"I'm trying not to think of that blonde right now." Michael says, what with having a even more charming one on his cock, you're inclined to agree.

"Mmmhm." Cerys gasps. "Just focus on how you're about to ruin me next." She smiles. And you do. It isn't long before you have the boys swap positions. Cerys is made to bend over her own coffee table. You have Franklin standing tall in the centre of the room, fucking the blonde's face, while Michael is up behind her, fucking the hole his protege had very recently been enjoying. You take it in from both mens' viewpoints, seeing her awed, expressive blowjob eyes as Franklin, hitting her from behind as Michael. It's a little surreal, swapping between the two as swiftly as during normal play. It almost feels like you're DPing the girl with yourself.

You revel in the naughty rendezvous, swapping positions and POV again and again, until you decide to bring events to a head.

Cerys ends up on her knees, Sophie Dee's attractive form staring up at you.

"Freak ass nympho bitch." Franklin teases, as Cerys wraps her fingers around each man's prick. "We was having a nice quiet time chucking darts."

"Come on Frank." Michael groans, his more advanced age meaning he can't quite hold on as long as the younger Franklin. "There ain't a dartboard in the state of San Andreas as fun as this shit!"

"Amen!" Cerys giggles. "Now please, give me what I want."

She keeps stroking both men, and it isn't long before they explode, spewing cum instead of hot lead this time. Their massive loads splatter the blonde's face, leaving her looking like she was wearing clown makeup, almost.

"Mmmm, that was naughty." Cerys moans, swiping an errant globule of the combined load and sucking it down with great relish. "I can't wait for us all to do this again."

"You're in luck, bitch." Franklin says, sinking, exhausted, onto Cery's couch. "You dial either of us up, one of us'll be over to wreck your shit in a matter of minutes."

"Yeah... I don't think so", the blonde laughs.

"Don't tell me this was a one-night stand." Michael laughs, hitting the couch too, albeit not without a buffer seat.

"It doesn't have to be." Cerys says. "But I don't do one on ones."

"For real?" Franklin asks, a little perplexed.

"For real." Cerys reiterates. "It's just so... limiting. You might as well ask me to stick to straight sex!"

"Never been limiting for me." Michael posits.

"Me either." says Franklin.

"Look, you want to party, the two of you, again, you hit me up. Now, I gotta go clean you boys' gunk off my face!" Cerys says, skipping off to the bathroom, leaving the men sat on the sofa. As she moves off, you make out the words "Pan Andreas" on the booty of her bikini bottoms.

"Bitch is crazy, could give my aunt a run for her fuckin' money." Franklin says, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, undoubtedly, but that was pretty fine trim." Michael concedes, reaching into his coat pocket for a Redwood.

"You seriously considering dialling her up again?" Franklin asks.

"Maybe not everyday, but hey, we can always keep her as an option for a rainy day, yeah?" Michael suggests.