Janice rides Miles

Janice Rides Miles

Miles lies back on the bed.

Janice moves over him, straddling his waist, looking down at him with dark eyes. Maya positions herself beside them, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, aligning him at Janice's entrance.

Maya: She looks up at Janice. there you go.

Janice sinks down slowly, taking him in inch by inch, her jaw dropping slightly at the feeling.

Janice: oh god.

She stays still for a moment, adjusting. Maya lowers herself beside Miles's hips, her face level with where Janice is sitting on his cock, and puts her mouth gently on his balls, her tongue working slowly.

Miles: He exhales hard. maya.

Maya: She does not stop. mmm.

Janice begins to move, a slow rolling rhythm, her hands on Miles's chest. Maya stays where she is, her tongue working his balls as Janice rides him above her.

Janice picks up the pace.

Maya feels the change immediately, Miles's balls slapping against her face with each downward stroke. She does not move away. She stays exactly where she is, her eyes closed, completely absorbed in the sensation of the rhythm above her.

Janice: She rides him harder. oh fuck. Oh that's good.

She picks up the pace further, her hands leaving Miles's chest, moving up into her own hair, her head dropping back. Her tits bounce with every stroke, completely uninhibited, her whole body committed to the rhythm.

Maya crawls slowly to the side, sitting back on her knees beside them. She watches Janice riding Miles with dark appreciative eyes, her hands moving to her own breasts, cupping them slowly. After a moment one hand trails down between her thighs.

Maya: She watches Janice with open appreciation, fingering herself slowly. look at you.

Janice does not hear her. She is completely lost in her own rhythm, her head thrown back, her hair loose around her shoulders, her hips working Miles with a focused relentless energy.

Miles: He grips the sheets beneath him. janice.

Janice: She does not slow down. don't talk.

Maya watches them both, her fingers working herself steadily, her eyes moving between Janice's bouncing tits and Miles's expression beneath her.

Maya: She says it quietly. god you two look incredible.

She moves toward them on her knees and reaches up, taking Janice's face in her hands. Janice turns and finds Maya's mouth without breaking her rhythm, kissing her deeply, her hips still moving, her pace completely uninterrupted.

Maya kisses her back, one hand at Janice's jaw, the other still between her own thighs.

Maya: She breaks the kiss just enough to speak against Janice's mouth. I can feel you getting close.

Janice: She breathes it. yes.

Maya: She kisses her again briefly. come on.

Janice's speed slows but her rhythm does not change, each stroke deeper and more deliberate, her whole body focused on the single point of sensation building beneath her. Her hands drop from her hair to Miles's chest, bracing herself.

Janice: oh god. Oh my god. She breathes it out. Miles.

Miles: He reaches up and grips her hips. I've got you.

She comes hard, her rhythm stuttering, her whole body shuddering from her thighs upward. The sound she makes is long and completely unrestrained, her nails digging into Miles's chest, her hips still moving through every wave of it until she has nothing left.

She collapses forward onto his chest.

Her breathing is ragged against his neck. He wraps his arms around her, one hand in her hair, letting her catch her breath. She presses her lips against his jaw, then his cheek, then finds his mouth in a slow exhausted kiss.

Maya sits back on her heels beside them, her own chest heaving, watching them with soft bright eyes.