Mina's touch

Ward's fingers spread wide, controlling the angle of Mina's skull, and he fucked her face with the same roughness Paul was using on Izzy. Gk. Gk. Gk. Mina made gurgling sounds of joy each time he bottomed out in her throat. Izzy just tried her best to keep her face where it belonged. Her tongue worked his asshole with every thrust. He wanted more of her tongue, and wanted her to work for it. And Izzy, who had been tentative before, threw herself into the task. She found the tight pucker of his hole and circled it, lapped at it, pressed against it until she felt it give slightly under the pressure. He grunted above her, a sound of approval that she felt more than heard, and she did it again. Harder. Wanting to hear that sound again. "Urg, fuck," he muttered. But she knew it was for Mina. Her throat was like silk and her tongue could do anything.

Paul's hips slapped against her ass. The wet sound mixed with the gk gk gk of Mina's throat and the occasional curse from one of the men. Izzy's body had gone liquid. She wasn’t thinking anymore. Paul inside her, the heat of Ward's skin against her face, the taste of him on her tongue, the sounds, the smells. She wanted to be like this forever.

Mina pulled off Ward's cock with a muah. She was breathing hard, her chin slick with his pre cum and her saliva. Her makeup was ruined, but she looked even better that way. And smiling.

"Hold on," she said, her voice raspy. "I want to...”

She reached between Ward's legs. Her fingers brushing down Izzy's body before they found the zipper of her skirt. Ward grabbed her again, not happy to have more than a second without the joy of her mouth, but Mina deftly unzipped it before he could. Paul kept pounding away. The leather loosened around Izzy's hips and slid down her thighs. Her bodysuit was the only thing covering her, and that was snapped open between her legs and worked up around her hips.

Mina wasn't finished. She took Ward back into her lips, but her fingers trailed down, sliding between her legs from the front. Izzy moaned against Ward's asshole. Paul sped up. He was enjoying having Mina's hand so close while he fucked the sex toy she'd brought him. Mina found her clit and toyed with it.

Ward startled, and for a second Mina had full use of her vocal cords again. "That's my girl," she garbled.

My girl.

Izzy sobbed. The broken sound vibrated against Ward's anus. Her ass pressed backward into Paul, but instinctively she tried to jump back bucked backward into Mina's fingers. Mina found the exact way to make her head spin even as she lost her breath. She was close. An impulse told her to try to take back some control and dictate how this next part would go, but she was too far gone.

Ward must have felt it. "Don’t stop," he said, and she didn’t know if he was talking to her or to Mina or to both. It didn’t matter. Izzy couldn't stop, anyway.

Paul's pounding stuttered. "Fuck," he swore. "I'm going to..."