Been thinking about a series piece so here is the first go at it hope you enjoy...
"The Erotic Grapples of Brad & Sarah/ The Brad and Sarah Chronicles"
Moonlight streamed through the curtains, illuminating Brad as he lay beside Sarah. Their rapid breaths filled the quiet room, the scent of their lovemaking lingering in the air.
He traced a finger along the curve of her cheek, watching as she stirred and opened her eyes. A lazy smile spread across her face, and she rolled over to face him. "What's on your mind, Brad?" she murmured, her voice a sweet whisper in the quiet night.
Brad inhaled, enjoying the contrast of warmth and coolness on his skin. "I've been thinking," he began, excitement edging his voice, "about a fantasy... bringing in another woman."
Sarah's eyes widened, and she propped herself up on an elbow, her breasts shifting with the movement. "Another woman?" she repeated, a hint of surprise in her voice.
Brad nodded, feeling his cock twitch at the thought. "Yes," he said, his voice gaining confidence. "It's something I've wanted to try for a long time, and I think you might enjoy it too."
Sarah's expression grew thoughtful. "Another woman," she murmured, testing the words on her tongue. "What kind of woman do you have in mind?"
Brad leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Someone athletic, adventurous. Like Rachel, maybe?"
Sarah's eyes lit up at the mention of Rachel. "Rachel from your gym?"
Brad nodded, his pulse quickening. "Yes, she's perfect. Fiery red hair, a body made for sin."
Sarah's eyes sparkled with interest as she sat up fully. "Wrestle Rachel?" she echoed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Yes," Brad said, his voice thick with desire. "It would be like nothing we've ever done before. A chance to explore our boundaries."
Sarah's smile grew into a full grin. "I'm intrigued," she admitted, her eyes flashing. "What kind of rules would there be?"
Brad leaned back, his hand playing idly with a strand of Sarah's blonde hair. "Think of it as an erotic grappling match," he said. "A contest of strength and skill, but with a sensual twist. The winner gets...whatever they want."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, the wheels in her mind turning. "And the loser?" she asked, her voice dropping an octave.
Brad smirked, the challenge clear. "The loser gets to watch the winner get fucked by me," he said, his voice a seductive growl.
Sarah's eyes went wide, and she licked her lips. "That's... intense," she whispered.
"It's all about the thrill," Brad said, his hand sliding down to caress her thigh. "The excitement of the unknown, the passion of the fight."
"But why Rachel?" Sarah asked, curiosity piqued.
Brad leaned in closer, whispering, "Her confidence, her strength. She'd be the perfect opponent."
Sarah's smile grew as she considered it, her eyes darkening with arousal. "It would peak my bisexuality," she admitted, her voice a low purr.
Brad felt a thrill of excitement at her words. "And think of the stakes," he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. "The winner gets to claim their prize."
Sarah's breath hitched, her eyes locked on his. "And what if I win?" she asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"If you win," Brad said, his voice husky, "you can claim Rachel for yourself."
Sarah's pulse raced at the thought, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "And what if Rachel wins?"
"Then she gets me," Brad said, his hand slipping between her legs, teasing her.
Sarah's breath hitched as she felt his touch, the heat building within her. "What if I don't want to be claimed?" she asked, her voice a sultry challenge.
Brad smirked, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Then you'll have to find a way to win," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her clit.
Sarah's breath quickened, her hips rising to meet his touch. "And if I do?" she asked, her voice thick with desire.
"Then you get to live out your fantasy," Brad whispered, his hand moving in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
"What's yours?" she gasped, her eyes locked on his, her body responding eagerly to his touch.
"Anything," Brad murmured, his fingers delving deeper, his thumb circling her clit with expert precision. "Anything at all."
Sarah's smirk grew into a full grin, and her eyes glinted with a competitive spark. "Better," she said, her voice soft and challenging.
Brad's hand remained still on her thigh, and his excitement built. "Alright," he conceded. If you win, I'll do whatever you want."
Sarah's eyes narrowed playfully. "Whatever?"
"Whatever," Brad confirmed, his voice low and serious.
Sarah's grin grew wicked. "So, if I win, you're all mine?"
Brad's eyes gleamed with lust. "Every inch," he agreed, his fingers resuming their dance.
Sarah's smile grew wider as she stroked him firmly. "Mmm, I'll have to make sure I win," she teased, her grip tightening.
Brad's breath hitched as she stroked him, his cock swelling in her hand. "You're on," he said, his voice tight with arousal.
Sarah's smile grew, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Good," she murmured, her hand moving to tease his balls gently. She gave them a playful squeeze, watching his reaction with glee.
"Oh God," Brad groaned, his hips bucking at the sudden sensation. "Keep that up, and you'll win by default."
Sarah giggled, her hand moving faster, her thumb circling the head of his cock. "Is that what you want?"
Brad groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in the sensation. "No," he gasped, "I want you to win fairly."
Sarah's laughter was like a siren's call, music to his ears. She leaned in, her breath hot against his neck, her teeth grazing his skin. "Alright," she murmured, her hand slowly teasing him gently.
Her grip tightened, her movements deliberate and precise. "Two to three short sentences, huh?" she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "But you know I like to fight dirty. I mean, dirty."
With that, she straddled him, her slickness coating him as she positioned his cock at her entrance. "Ready?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
Brad nodded, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Fuck yes," he managed to croak out.
Sarah's smile was pure mischief as she began to ride him, her hips rocking in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made him groan with pleasure. "You know, Rachel's got a mouth that could make a saint confess," she said, her voice low and teasing.
Brad's eyes snapped open, his cock twitching in response to her words. "But can she make you scream?" he shot back, his hands gripping her hips, urging her on.
Sarah's laugh was a low, throaty sound. "You bet," she murmured, her eyes locked on his. "Would you like me to scream like this?" And with that, she threw her head back and let out a guttural moan that made his blood boil.
"Fuck me, Brad!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and needy. "Fuck me like you own me!" Her words were punctuated by her hips slamming down onto him, each impact sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
He responded with feral growls, his hips rising to meet hers, his hands tight on her waist, guiding her movements. "You want it, baby?" he grunted.
"Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it all."
Their eyes met a silent challenge passing between them. Sarah leaned down, her breasts brushing against Brad's chest, and whispered, "But what if Rachel wants to watch?"
Brad's cock throbbed at the thought, his grip on her hips tightening. "Would that be a problem?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.
"No," Sarah said, her voice a seductive purr, "it might even turn me on more."
Brad's eyes went wide with excitement, his hips bucking up to meet hers with renewed vigor. "Really?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.
"Mm-hmm," Sarah moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "It could be... hot," she gasped, her rhythm increasing.
Brad's eyes lit up. "So, you'd be into that?" he managed to ask, his voice strained with exertion.
Sarah nodded, her movements growing more erratic. "Mm-hmm," she gasped, her eyes glazed with lust. "But can you?"
Brad's smile was filled with confidence. "Oh, you bet your sweet ass I can," he said, driving into her with renewed enthusiasm.
Sarah threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading down her back. "Prove it," she taunted, her voice breathless with passion.
Brad took the challenge in stride, his thrusts becoming more forceful. His eyes never left hers. "You want an audience?" he panted.
Sarah's only response was a nod, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "And Rachel's going to love watching us," she said, her voice breathy.
Brad groaned; the image of Rachel watching them fuck like animals in heat was almost too much. "Call her," he ground out, his thrusts growing more urgent.
Sarah reached for the phone on the nightstand, her hand excitedly shaking. "Now?" she asked, her voice breathless.
"Yes," Brad grunted, his hips pumping to meet hers. "The sooner the better."
Sarah's breath was hot against his neck, her voice a seductive whisper. "I'm about ready to cum," she confessed.
Brad's eyes widened with excitement. "You want to tell Rachel?"
Sarah nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "While you're still inside me," she moaned, her nails digging into his back.
With a wicked smile, Brad reached for the phone, his movements surprisingly steady despite the passion that consumed him. "Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
Sarah nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. "Call her," she breathed, her hips moving in a frenzied rhythm.
Brad dialed Rachel's number, his hand shaking with anticipation. The line connected with a soft ringtone that echoed through the quiet room.
Sarah took the phone from him, her voice husky. "Hey Rach, it's Sarah," she purred into the receiver.
Rachel's sleepy voice responded, "What's up?"
Sarah's grin grew. "Brad and I have a little proposal for you," she said, her voice dripping with desire.
Rachel's tone grew intrigued. "A proposal?"
Sarah's breath was ragged. "A wrestling match," she whispered. "Winner takes all."
Brad nodded, his eyes dark with need. "Erotic combat," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, urging her faster.
Sarah leaned in, her breasts brushing against his chest. "You're so fucking big," she gasped, her eyes never leaving his.
Brad groaned, his cock thick and hard. "And you're so fucking tight," he murmured, his voice strained with need.
Sarah leaned closer, her breath hot in his ear. "Do you want Rachel to hear me cum?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Brad's eyes rolled back in his head. "Yes," he managed to gasp out. "Tell her."
Sarah's laugh was pure sex. "Rachel," she purred into the phone, "we're fucking right now."
The line crackled with Rachel's sudden alertness. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Sarah giggled, her hips grinding against Brad's. "Nope, he's right here, inside me," she breathed into the phone, her voice filled with unmistakable pleasure.
Brad's eyes rolled back in his head. "Fuck," he groaned, the sound echoing through the room.
"Oh, Rachel," Sarah moaned, her voice a siren's song. "You should see him."
Brad's thrusts grew more forceful, his eyes locked on hers. "Tell her," he urged, his breath ragged.
"I'm...I'm going to cum," Sarah panted into the phone, her body trembling. Rachel's voice was a mix of surprise and excitement on the other end.
"Keep going," Rachel urged, her voice sending a shiver down Brad's spine. "I want to hear you."
Sarah's eyes glazed over as she threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each deep thrust Brad delivered. "I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, her grip on the phone tightening.
Rachel's voice was a mix of shock and excitement. "You're doing it?"
Sarah's only response was a breathy "Yes," her body tightening around Brad's cock.
Brad's eyes lit up with excitement at her words. "So if I win," Rachel's voice was thick with arousal, "I get Brad?"
Sarah nodded, her cheeks flushing with desire. "Yes," she breathed, her hips still moving on him. "Winner takes all." Rachel's breath hitched on the other end of the line, her hand sliding down her stomach.
"Oh, you're going to love watching," Brad said, his voice thick with arousal. Rachel's voice was tight with excitement. "I'm already playing along," she confessed, her fingers working between her legs.
Sarah watched Brad, her eyes hooded with desire. "You're sure you want this?" she whispered, her breath hot against his neck.
"More than anything," he groaned, his hips bucking up to meet hers.
Rachel's voice grew breathless. "This is so crazy," she whispered, her hand slipping between her legs.
Sarah nodded, her hips rolling in a sensual dance. "Brad wants to fuck the winner," she confirmed, her eyes locked on his, the thrill of the challenge coursing through her veins.
Rachel's voice was a low moan. "This is so crazy," she whispered into the phone, her hand slipping beneath the sheets. "But for sure, I'm in."
Sarah felt Brad's cock swell even more inside her at Rachel's words, and she knew she had to win. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Brad's earlobe. "Fuck me hard," she hissed, her voice a desperate command.
Brad's hips bucked up, meeting hers with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. "Oh, you want it hard?" he growled, his grip on her hips tightening.
Sarah nodded, her eyes wild with lust. "Yes," she screamed, throwing the phone onto the bed. Rachel's voice was a distant echo as Brad's thrusts grew more intense.
The room was a symphony of slapping flesh and muffled grunts, the scent of sex thick in the air. "Harder," Sarah demanded, her nails digging into Brad's back.
"Yes, Brad," Rachel's voice echoed through the phone, her hand moving faster. "Make her scream."
Sarah's eyes snapped shut. Her body responded to the thought of Rachel's hand on her, listening to their passionate cries. "Do it," she urged, her voice a breathy whisper.
Brad's thrusts grew more frantic, his cock swelling with each delicious stroke. "You want to win?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Sarah's eyes flashed with determination. "Yes," she hissed, her voice strained. "Now, for Christ's sake."
Brad's rhythm didn't falter, his strokes growing more forceful, more demanding. "Fuck. Me," she gasped out, her teeth clenched.
"Now, baby," he groaned, his eyes dark with desire. "Now, for Christ's sake," she begged, her nails digging into his flesh.
Sarah felt Brad's cock swell even more, his strokes growing erratic as he approached his climax. "Fuck me, Brad," she pleaded, her voice a desperate whine. Rachel's voice was distant, muffled by the pillow she'd stuffed over her face.
With one final, powerful thrust, Brad erupted inside her, his seed filling her up. Sarah's orgasm followed a crescendo of pleasure that made her scream Rachel's name. Rachel's hand had moved faster, her climax crashing over her as she listened to Sarah's cries.
"Oh God, Brad," she gasped into the phone, her body trembling. Rachel's voice was a muffled moan, lost in her pleasure.
"Yes, yes," Rachel's breathy whispers grew louder, her hand moving faster. "I'm cumming," she confessed, her voice a desperate whine.
Sarah's eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. "Fuck, Rachel," she groaned into the phone, her body trembling with pleasure.
"I knew you'd love it," Rachel's voice was breathless with her climax. "Tomorrow," she managed to say before hanging up, the line going silent.
Sarah collapsed onto Brad's chest, her heart racing. "Oh, God," she murmured, her breath in short gasps.
Brad's chuckle was low and satisfied. "Told you it'd be hot," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her.
Sarah's laughter softly echoed in the quiet room. "I can't believe we did that," she murmured, her breath warm against his neck.
Brad's chuckle rumbled in his chest, his grip on her tightening. "I can't believe you're going to wrestle Rachel," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and disbelief.
Sarah's smile was filled with mischief. "It's going to be intense," she murmured, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
Brad felt a thrill run down his spine. "You're going to love Rachel," he said, his voice confident.
Sarah nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. "I can't wait," she whispered, her voice barely above a moan.
The thought of Rachel's fiery red hair spread out on the bed, her piercing green eyes looking up at her with lust and challenge, made Sarah's pulse race. Rachel's full, firm tits and strong legs wrapped around her would be a delicious sight.
Her hand slid down her stomach, her mind racing with images of Rachel's mouth on her, her tongue tracing the sensitive folds of her sex. She could almost taste Rachel's sweetness and feel Rachel's body shiver in response to her touch.
Brad watched her, his desire clear in his eyes. "I'm just keeping up with my adventurous journalist," he murmured, his voice a dark chuckle.
Sarah's smile was wicked. "I can't wait to show Rachel what I can do," she purred, her hand sliding down to Brad's cock, which was already starting to harden again at the thought.
"You're going to be amazing," Brad murmured, his eyes dark with desire. "A true champion."
Sarah's smile grew wider, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll show Rachel who's boss," she promised, her hand sliding over his chest.
"Oh, I have no doubt," Brad said, his voice thick with arousal, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "You're going to make her beg for mercy."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Beg?" she whispered. "Or maybe I'll make her beg for more."
Brad's eyes widened with excitement. "Oh, you're going to be so good at this," he murmured, his cock swelling further under her touch.
Sarah grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You think so?" she whispered, gently stroking him.
"Fuck yes," Brad groaned, his hips lifting slightly to meet her touch. "After that show, you owe me," he said, his voice low and needy.
Sarah's smile was a wicked promise as she leaned down, her breasts brushing against his thighs. "Your wish," she whispered, her hand wrapping around his cock.
With a sly glance up at him, she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. Brad groaned, his eyes never leaving hers.
Sarah's hand worked his shaft, her mouth a warm, wet heaven for his cock. "Fuck," he hissed, his hips rising slightly to meet her rhythm.
"You cum in my mouth," she whispered, her eyes locking with Brad's, "and we are good tonight." Her voice was a siren's call, full of promise and seductive intent.
Brad groaned, his hips rising to meet her mouth. "Fuck yes," he murmured, his eyes glazed with desire.
Sarah took him deeper, her hand moving steadily, her eyes never leaving his. "You're going to cum for me," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.
"Fuck, yes," Brad managed to groan, his eyes locked with hers, his body taut with tension.
Sarah felt the power in his words, her excitement growing as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Her tongue danced around the swollen head of Brad's cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him with the skill of a master.
He watched her, his eyes glazed with need, as she worked his length with a fierce determination that made him ache.
Her lips slid over him, her tongue swirling and dancing, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Sarah's hand squeezed his balls, her grip firm and knowing, her eyes never leaving Brad's.
Her mouth was a warm, wet vice around his cock, her tongue swirling and flicking with a mastery that made his toes curl.
"Oh God, Sarah," Brad groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as her hand tightened around the base of his shaft.
Her mouth was pure heaven, a tight, wet warmth that drew him in with each hungry suck.
"Fuck," Brad hissed, his hips jerking.
Sarah took him deeper, her eyes gleaming.
"Fuck," Brad whispered, his eyes rolling back.
Sarah's mouth was magic, a heavenly vice that coaxed every drop of pleasure from his straining cock.
Brad's breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut as she sucked him deeper, her hand stroking in time with her mouth.
Sarah felt Brad's cock pulse, her desire spiraling out of control as she brought him closer to climax.
"You're going to cum for me," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with victory.
Brad nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as she took him deeper.
"Mm," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she felt him swell.
Her mouth tightened around his cock, her suction deep and unrelenting.
"Come on, big boy," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Let me have it."
Her mouth tightened around him, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a fierce hunger that had Brad's eyes rolling back in his head.
"Come on, big boy," she murmured around his cock, her tongue flicking the sensitive underside. "Let me taste your victory."
Brad's eyes squeezed shut, his hips jerking. "Fuck, Sarah," he grunted, his hand tangling in her hair.
Her mouth tightened around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deep, eager for his release.
With a guttural growl, Brad's hips bucked, his cock jerking as he emptied himself into her eager mouth.
Sarah swallowed greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she took every drop he had to give.
Brad's chest heaved, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"Hell of a nightcap," he managed to murmur, his voice hoarse.
Sarah chuckled, releasing him with a final kiss to the tip. "Indeed," she whispered, licking her lips clean.
They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies spent from the intense passion that had consumed them.
"Tomorrow," Brad murmured, his breath warm against her neck, "we'll set the stage for your victory."
Sarah's heart raced at the thought of Rachel's body tangled with hers. "I'll make it worth the wait," she promised, her hand trailing down his chest.
Brad's eyes were heavy with lust and anticipation. "I know you will," he murmured, cupping her cheek.
Sarah leaned in, her eyes burning with desire. "I'm going to win," she whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe.
Brad's eyes narrowed. "You better," he warned, his hand sliding down to cup her ass.
Sarah giggled, her body still humming with pleasure. "I'll show you," she promised, her voice filled with excitement.
"You're up, Brad," Sarah whispered a hint of mischief in her eyes. Brad, a silver-haired giant of a man, rolled over in bed, his heart thumping with excitement. He looked down at her, his 40-year-old lover, her blonde hair in a messy ponytail, her athletic body glistening with sweat from their passionate night.
"Ready for round two?" He grinned, flexing his muscular arms, a glint of challenge in his gaze. Sarah chuckled, her full, rosy lips curving upward. "More like round five, but who's counting?" she quipped, her 36C breasts jiggling playfully as she propped herself up on one elbow.
Their bodies tangled once more, their limbs moving in a dance as old as time. Brad's expert hands caressed every inch of her, from the curve of her neck to the arch of her foot. She gasped as his fingers danced across her most sensitive spots, her skin prickling with anticipation.
"Remember Rachel?" Brad murmured against her ear, his voice a low rumble. "We called her last night in the heat of the moment," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "I can't believe we did that."
Sarah's eyes widened, and a blush crept up her neck. "Oh my god," she whispered, her pulse quickening as she recalled their wild phone call. Their gym friend Rachel had been surprised by their proposal. "What if she shows up?"
They both laughed, the tension in the room shifting from excitement to nervous anticipation. Brad leaned in, kissing her deeply, his hand sliding down to cup her firm bottom. "We'll just have to make sure she gets here," he murmured, his thumb tracing circles that made her shiver.
The coffee shop buzzed with the aroma of freshly ground beans and morning chatter. Sarah’s heart raced as she held Brad’s strong hand. In a corner booth, Rachel’s fiery red hair stood out in the café.
"Hey Rachel," Brad called out, his voice confident. Rachel looked up, a mix of curiosity and surprise etched on her features. She was dressed casually but with a flair that highlighted her toned physique.
Sarah's eyes were drawn to Rachel's top, a transparent fabric that barely contained her ample 38D breasts. Rachel had a knowing smile as she took in Sarah's gaze. "Looks like you two have been busy," Rachel quipped, raising an eyebrow as they slid into the booth.
"You have no idea," Sarah replied, her cheeks flushing as she remembered their explicit conversation from the night before. Rachel's green eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Well, I'm all ears," she said, leaning closer.
Brad cleared his throat, trying to stay composed as Rachel’s figure drew his attention. “We had a wild idea last night,” he said, his voice raspy. Rachel leaned back, curiosity on her face. “Do tell,” she encouraged.
Sarah took a deep breath, feeling Rachel’s intense gaze. “We thought it would be exciting… to have a wrestling match,” she said, her voice trembling. Rachel’s eyes widened in shock.
“You want to wrestle me?” she asked, a mix of disbelief and excitement in her tone.
Brad nodded, his eyes glued to Rachel's chest. "It's not just any match," he added, his voice thick with desire. "We want it to be... intimate." Rachel's cheeks flushed, and she swallowed hard. "Intimate?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah leaned forward, pushing her breasts together with her arms. Brad's gaze dropped to her ample cleavage, and he couldn't help but stare. "We thought it would be a new way to explore our boundaries," she murmured, her voice sultry. Rachel's eyes darted between them, the reality of their suggestion setting in.
"You want to wrestle me," Rachel repeated, her voice a mix of skepticism and excitement. She reached out, her fingers playing with the collar of her blouse. "And if I win?" she asked, her voice dropping lower. Brad's eyes widened, and he felt his cock stir at the thought of what might happen.
"If you win, Rachel," he said, his voice a gruff whisper, "you can do anything you want to us." Rachel's eyes lit up at the challenge. "And if I lose?" she inquired, her thumb tracing the swell of her breast.
"Then we'll do anything to you we want," Sarah offered, her voice a seductive purr. Rachel leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips. She took a moment, savoring the power she now held. "Alright," she said, "but only if we play by my rules."
The air in the coffee shop seemed to thicken with anticipation as Rachel outlined her terms. They would go to her place, where she had a spacious living room with a plush blue rug she'd recently bought for such occasions. She was in charge of the match, setting the pace and the stakes.
"But, Rachel," Sarah protested, her eyes gleaming with excitement, "you can't expect us to wrestle in street clothes." Rachel's smile grew wider, her green eyes piercing through them like twin emeralds. "Oh, I'm not," she said, her voice low and smoky. "I want to see those sexy bodies of yours in string bikinis."
Brad's cock twitched at the thought, his imagination already painting a vivid picture of Rachel's red hair cascading over their barely covered skin as they grappled together. "Unless," Rachel added with a wink, "you're afraid, bitch?" The challenge in her tone was unmistakable.
Sarah's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Not a chance," she shot back, the competitive fire in her belly igniting. Rachel's smile grew. "Good," she said, her voice like a purr, "I'll be expecting you both at my place tonight. Wear something... easy to remove."
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of anticipation and excitement. Sarah's mind raced with thoughts of the impending match, her body already responding to the idea. When she and Brad finally arrived at Rachel's apartment, their hearts pounded in unison. The living room was dimly lit, with candles glowing warmly across the plush blue rug.
"Ready to play?" Rachel's voice was a siren's call, her eyes dancing with mischief as she sauntered over in a scandalously tiny red string bikini. Brad's jaw dropped, and Sarah felt a thrill run down her spine. They nodded, their eyes locked on Rachel's curvaceous figure, her red hair framing her face like a halo of flames.
Sarah shed her coat, revealing her forest green string bikini that barely contained her luscious breasts, and hugged her hips. Rachel's gaze flickered over her, a spark of desire in her emerald eyes. "Perfect," Rachel murmured, her hands moving to the ties of her bikini.
With a dramatic flourish, Rachel let the scraps of red fabric fall to the floor, exposing her bare body. Her skin was kissed with freckles, a stark contrast against the pale ivory of her breasts and the fiery hue of her hair. Brad's eyes darkened, his cock straining against the fabric of his trunks.
"House rules are simple," Rachel began, her eyes gleaming. "No holds barred. If you want to win, you've got to pin me down or make me submit." She took a step closer, her nipples hardening from the cool air. "And if you win," she added, a devilish grin playing on her lips, "you get to decide how I spend the rest of the night."
Sarah's pulse raced, her own body responding to Rachel's words. "What about Brad?" she asked, her voice shaky. Rachel looked over at Brad, her eyes raking over his muscular frame. "He's the referee," Rachel said, "unless I decide otherwise."
Brad swallowed hard, his eyes darting between the two women. "So, no interference from me?" He managed to keep his tone light despite the throb in his pants. Rachel shrugged, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Unless I need you," she said, her voice dropping an octave.
Sarah nodded, a glint of determination in her blue eyes. "Two out of three falls," she said, her fingers deftly untying her top. Rachel's eyes flashed excitedly, her hands moving to her hips.
Brad leaned back, his gaze switching between the two nearly naked women. "Remember, trash talk is encouraged," he said, his voice tight with anticipation. "And no holding back," he added, his cock twitching at the thought of the impending match.
Rachel smirked, her green eyes gleaming as she stepped closer to Sarah. "Oh, don't worry, Ref," she purred, her hands on her hips. "I'm going to enjoy ripping those tits off your fucking girlfriend," she taunted, her smile wicked.
Sarah's eyes flashed with a competitive spirit, her hands curling into fists. "Keep dreaming, mother fucking whore," she shot back, her body taut with excitement. The air in the room was charged with electricity as Rachel and Sarah began to circle each other, their bare skin glistening in the candlelight.
Their bodies collided with a thud, skin-on-skin echoing through the room. Rachel's legs wrapped around Sarah's waist, her nails digging into the flesh of her back as they tumbled to the floor. Brad's eyes were glued to the sight, his cock thick and hard as he watched the two women roll across the rug, their breasts bouncing and their hips grinding together.
"Mother fucking bitch," Rachel spat, her teeth clenched as she tried to overpower Sarah. Sarah's eyes narrowed, her curses flying. "You fucking Whore" as she countered Rachel's moves with surprising agility. The match was evenly matched, both women's bodies slick with sweat and desire as they wrestled for dominance.
Brad watched, his eyes roving over the taut muscles of Rachel's legs as they tightened around Sarah's waist. He felt his cock strain against the fabric of his shorts, the sight of the two of them together more arousing than any porn he'd ever seen. The room was filled with the sound of grunts and gasps as they rolled across the floor, their bodies tangled in a dance of lust and competition.
Suddenly, Sarah twisted, her legs wrapping around Rachel's in a move Brad recognized as a grapevine. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, and her arms flailed as she tried to break free. But Sarah's grip was unyielding, and her strength and agility surprised Rachel. Rachel's body bucked and writhed beneath her, but she couldn't escape the hold.
"Give up?" Sarah panted, her voice thick with the thrill of the fight. Rachel's face flushed, her teeth clenched in determination. "Never," she spat out, her green eyes blazing with fire. However, despite her fiery spirit, Rachel's body was no match for Sarah's superior technique.
With a final twist, Sarah pinned Rachel's shoulders to the rug, the victory clear. Rachel's breasts heaved, her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. Brad's cock was a rod of steel as he watched, his thumb stroking his shaft through the fabric of his shorts. "Round one to Sarah," he announced, his voice strained with arousal.
Rachel glared up at Sarah, her eyes smoldering with anger and lust. "Not so fast," she murmured, her body still quivering from the exertion. Sarah smirked, her arousal painted clearly on her flushed face. They disentangled, Rachel's legs sliding away from Sarah's with a whisper of skin on skin.
"I've got this," Rachel assured Brad, her voice filled with confidence. She rolled to her feet, her breasts bouncing with the movement. Sarah followed, her own body glowing with the thrill of victory. The air was thick with sexual tension as they faced each other once more.
"Penalty?" Rachel asked, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Fine by me," she said, a sly smile curling her lips. She looked over at Brad, her gaze lingering on his crotch. "But I think I know a better way to make this interesting," she added, her voice a seductive purr.
Brad's eyes widened as Rachel sauntered, her hips swaying with a feline grace. She dropped to her knees, her green eyes never leaving his. "I'll take my penalty now," Rachel murmured, reaching for his bulging shorts.
"Oh fuck," Brad groaned as Rachel's mouth closed over his cock, her lips moving with practiced skill. Sarah watched, her arousal building as Rachel worked him with her mouth and hands. Rachel looked up, her eyes locked with Brad's, and then she winked at Sarah.
Sarah smirked, watching Rachel's red hair fall around Brad's crotch like a fiery waterfall. "More like a reward to the referee," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. Rachel chuckled around Brad's shaft, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Two minutes, Brad," she warned, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she released him. Brad nodded, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched Rachel stand, her body a vision of strength and sexuality. Rachel sauntered back to the center of the rug, her breasts bouncing with each step.
Sarah took a deep breath, her heart racing with anticipation. "You're going down next round," Rachel taunted her hands on her hips. Sarah's smirk grew wider. "Keep dreaming, you cock-hungry slut," she shot back. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her challenge accepted.
The timer on Rachel's phone beeped, signaling the end of the break. Brad, still reeling from Rachel's blowjob, could barely believe what was happening. "Alright, you've had your fun," Sarah said, her voice filled with a competitive edge. "But I've got two minutes to show you what I've got."
The second round began, Rachel's eyes flashing with determination. Their bodies crashed together again, a symphony of grunts and moans filling the room. Rachel's breasts smacked against Sarah's, the sound echoing off the walls.
Brad's cock was still hard from Rachel's teasing, his eyes glued to the action. Rachel's legs wrapped around Sarah's neck, her thighs squeezing tight. Sarah's face turned red, her eyes bulging slightly as Rachel's grip tightened.
"Tap out, you slut," Rachel hissed, her voice filled with a mix of desire and competitiveness. Sarah's hand shot up, slapping Rachel's thigh in a silent cry of protest. Rachel grinned, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. "I don't think she's going to," Rachel murmured to Brad, her voice thick with victory.
Brad's eyes widened as Rachel's grip tightened, her strong legs like a vice around Sarah's neck. Sarah's eyes rolled back, a silent scream escaping her lips. Rachel's breasts bobbed with the effort, her breathing ragged with exertion and excitement.
"Fuck," Rachel grunted, her muscles straining as she fought to keep Sarah in the headlock. Sarah's body writhed, her breasts bouncing enticingly. Rachel's thighs glistened with sweat, her eyes never leaving Brad's hungry gaze.
"I'm...not...done," Sarah choked out, her voice strained. Rachel's grip tightened, her teeth clenched in a fierce smile. The tension in the room was palpable, their bodies a tapestry of passion and rivalry.
With strength, Sarah bucked Rachel off, reversing the hold. Rachel's eyes widened in shock, leaving her breath in a whoosh. "Fuck," Rachel gasped, the word a mix of pleasure and pain.
In a flash, Sarah was on top, her thighs straddling Rachel's face. Rachel's eyes watered as she tried to push Sarah away, but it was too late. Sarah leaned down, her breasts smothering Rachel's mouth and nose, cutting off her air. Rachel's arms flailed, her body bucking beneath her.
"You're mine," Sarah whispered, her voice a mix of triumph and arousal. Rachel's legs thrashed, her hands grasping at the rug, searching for leverage. But Sarah was too strong, her thighs pressing down, her weight too much to bear. Rachel's face grew redder, her muffled cries of protest turning into gasps for air.
"Tap out," Brad urged, his voice hoarse with desire. Rachel's eyes flickered to his, a silent plea for mercy. But Sarah was relentless, her eyes shining with the thrill of victory. Rachel's hands slapped the rug once, twice, three times in a frantic rhythm.
"Submission," Brad called, his voice thick with arousal. Sarah's legs released Rachel, and she rolled off, panting heavily. Rachel gasped for air, her chest heaving. "Well played," she murmured, her voice filled with grudging respect.
"Your turn," Rachel said to Brad, her eyes gleaming with mischief. He stepped forward, his cock still rock-hard, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Rachel took his length in her hand, stroking him slowly, her eyes locked with his. "I want to feel your come," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Brad glanced at Sarah, who lay panting on the rug, watching them with hooded eyes. "You think she's losing on purpose?" he murmured, his voice low and doubtful. Rachel chuckled, her grip tightening. "Maybe she wants to watch," she suggested, her eyes sparkling excitedly.
Sarah's cheeks flushed as Rachel's words sunk in. She couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her at the thought of Rachel dominating Brad, her desire for Rachel's body growing with every passing moment. Rachel's hand worked Brad's cock with an expert touch, her strokes firm and deliberate.
Brad watched Rachel's hand glide up and down his shaft, his eyes flickering to Sarah. The air was thick with the scent of sex and anticipation as Rachel's strokes grew faster, her eyes locked on his. He felt the pressure building, his balls tightening.
With a sudden burst of strength, Sarah shoved Rachel aside, her eyes gleaming triumphantly. "I won that round," she panted, her chest rising and falling excitedly. Rachel looked up at her, surprise and lust mingling in her emerald gaze.
Without missing a beat, Sarah grabbed Brad's cock and guided it to Rachel's mouth. "Now, suck him off," she ordered, her voice thick with desire. Rachel didn't protest, her lips parting eagerly to accept his cock.
The sight of Rachel's fiery red hair against Brad's crotch was almost too much for Sarah to handle. She watched, her body still thrumming with the aftershocks of their intense wrestling match. Rachel's eyes closed, her cheeks hollowing as she took Brad's length deeper into her throat.
Brad's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands fisting Rachel's hair. The room was filled with the wet sounds of Rachel's mouth and Brad's ragged breathing. Sarah felt a thrill of power watching Rachel serve them, her arousal spiking. Rachel's eyes watered as she took him to the edge.
The intensity grew, Rachel's hand moving to her clit, stroking in rhythm with her mouth on Brad's cock. Sarah's hand drifted down her body, her fingers sliding between her legs. Rachel's moans grew louder, vibrating around Brad's length, pushing him closer to climax.
Suddenly, Sarah saw her opening. With a swift kick, she sent Rachel flying across the room. Rachel's eyes widened in shock, her hand slipping from her pussy. "Not yet," Sarah purred, her hand replacing Rachel's around Brad's cock. "I'm going to fucking finish this."
With a wicked grin, Sarah pushed Brad onto the rug, her strong legs straddling his waist. Rachel lay on the floor, panting, her eyes never leaving the erotic scene unfolding. Brad's eyes were glazed with need as Sarah guided his cock to her slick entrance. The anticipation was unbearable, the room pulsing with desire.
Sarah impaled herself on Brad, her breasts bouncing with each downward thrust. Rachel watched, her hand slipping back to her pussy, her thumb circling her clit. Their skin slapping together was intoxicating, a symphony of passionate need.
Brad's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips rising to meet hers. He'd never felt Sarah fuck him so hard before. Rachel's moans grew louder, her fingers moving in time with Sarah's rhythm. The room was a whirlwind of lust and desire.
Sarah's breasts slapped against Brad's chest, the sound echoing in Rachel's ears. Rachel's hand moved faster, her thumb pressing harder against her clit. Brad's cock was buried deep inside her, filling her up in a way that was both thrilling and overwhelming.
"You're losing, slut," Sarah taunted, her eyes locked on Rachel's. Rachel's eyes narrowed, her cheeks flushed with arousal. "Not for long," she murmured, her voice a seductive purr.
Sarah's hips bucked harder, her breasts slapping against Brad's chest as she rode him like a wild animal in heat. Rachel's gaze was glued to the sight, her hand working her clit with fervor. "Keep watching," Sarah said, her voice a breathless whisper.
Her eyes locked on Rachel's, she leaned forward, her mouth hovering over Rachel's ear. "You're going to feel him in your tight ass next," she promised, her voice thick with lust. Rachel's breath hitched, her body responding to the lewd promise, her desire building to a crescendo.
Sarah's rhythm grew erratic, her body trembling with the beginnings of her climax. Rachel watched, her hand working her wetness faster. "Oh, fuck," Brad groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt himself approaching the edge. Sarah threw her head back, her long blonde hair brushing Brad's face.
"Look at her," Rachel gasped, her eyes flickering to Sarah. Brad's gaze snapped to Rachel's hand, her fingers plunging in and out of her wetness. "I want you to watch," Rachel murmured, her voice thick with desire. Brad's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged pants as he saw Rachel's fingers moving with Sarah's rhythm.
Sarah leaned back, her breasts bobbing as she increased her pace. Rachel's hand moved faster, her eyes never leaving Brad's face. "Come for me," Rachel urged her voice a seductive whisper. Brad's hips jerked, his cock pulsing as Sarah's pussy clamped down hard around him.
With a roar, Brad's orgasm hit him like a freight train. Rachel watched, her own body shaking with the force of her climax. Sarah's muscles squeezed him, milking him dry, her eyes filled with a fierce triumph. Rachel's hand stilled, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal.
Sarah slumped forward, her breasts pressing against Brad's sweat-slicked chest. Rachel lay panting, her hand still in her pussy, her orgasm subsiding. The room was quiet except for their heavy breathing, the candles casting flickering shadows across their bodies. They looked at each other, their eyes speaking volumes without a single word.
Brad reached up, cupping Sarah's cheek. Rachel watched, her chest still heaving with the aftershocks of her climax. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with unspoken desires. Rachel's eyes slid down to Sarah's hand, still wrapped around Brad's cock, feeling the last twitches of his release.
"Your turn," Sarah murmured, her voice a siren's call. Rachel's eyes lit up with excitement, her hand slowly sliding out of her pussy, leaving a glistening trail. She crawled over to Brad, her red bikini bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination as she straddled his chest. With a grin, Rachel took Brad's cock in her hand, giving it a firm squeeze that made him gasp.
Sarah watched, her eyes gleaming with desire, as Rachel took control. Rachel's grip was surprisingly firm for someone her size, a testament to her gym-honed muscles. "You've got stamina, old man," Rachel teased, her voice low and sultry. Brad's chuckle was strained, his cock still rock-hard from the intense wrestling match and Rachel's expert touch.
Rachel's breasts swung as she rode him; the sight was intoxicating, the room alive with the scent of sex and sweat. Rachel leaned forward, her nipples brushing Brad's chest, and whispered into his ear, "Your girl's cum is a delicious lubricant."
Sarah smirked, watching Rachel's tight ass bounce with each thrust. "Her cxnt's soaking wet," Sarah said with a grin, "It's like she's begging for it." Sarah's words sent a bolt of heat through Brad's body, his cock thickening even more.
Rachel looked over her shoulder, her green eyes flashing with excitement. "Is that right?" she panted, her breasts heaving with each movement. "Maybe it's time to put it to good use," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. Sarah leaned in, her breath hot against Rachel's neck.
"You know you want it," she whispered, her teeth grazing Rachel's ear. Rachel's body trembled, the idea of Brad's cock in her ass too tempting to resist. "Fuck me," Rachel groaned, her hips grinding down onto Brad's cock. He met her movements with his own, the friction building to an unbearable intensity.
Sarah's eyes gleamed with excitement as Rachel's hand reached back, gripping Brad's cock. "Do it," Rachel urged, her voice a breathless whisper. Brad's hand slid down to guide himself into Rachel's tight entrance. Rachel's breath hitched as he pushed in, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Sarah's smile grew wider as Rachel's moans filled the air. Rachel's hips rocked back, taking him deeper, her ass clenching around him. The sight of Brad fucking Rachel from behind was almost too much for Sarah to bear. Rachel's tits bounced with each thrust, her cheeks flushed with pleasure.
With a growl, Sarah surged forward, grabbing Rachel's tits in both hands. Rachel's eyes went wide, a high-pitched squeal escaping her lips as Sarah twisted and pulled, the pain mingling with her pleasure. Rachel's pussy clamped down harder on Brad's cock, her body writhing between them.
Brad's hands dug deep into Rachel's thighs, his fingers leaving bruises as he fucked her ass with an almost violent passion. Rachel's cries grew louder, her body arching back, offering herself entirely to him.
Sarah's nails raked Rachel's sensitive nipples, twisting and pulling, her arousal spiking at the sight of Rachel's submission. Rachel's eyes rolled back, her mouth a silent scream of pleasure mixed with pain.
Brad's cock slammed into Rachel's ass with newfound vigor, each thrust echoing through the room like a carnally driven metronome. Rachel's body tightened around him, her muscles clenching and releasing in a delirious dance.
Sarah's grip on Rachel's breasts grew more punishing, her teeth sinking into Rachel's shoulder to muffle her moans of excitement. Rachel's eyes snapped open, locking onto Brad's in a silent plea for more.
"Harder," Rachel screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as her orgasm crashed over her. Brad's thrusts grew erratic, his climax approaching like a runaway freight train.
Sarah watched with rapt attention, her arousal peaking as Rachel's body convulsed with pleasure beneath her. Rachel's pussy was soaking wet, her juices coating Brad's cock as he plunged in and out of her tight ass.
"Harder, Brad," Rachel screamed, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me like you own me," she demanded, her body trembling with each punishing thrust.
The sudden knock on the wall jolted Sarah from her rapt attention. Rachel's neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, complained about the noise. Rachel threw her head back, her laughter joining Brad's grunts.
"Guess we're being a bit too loud," Sarah quipped, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Rachel's ass quivered around Brad's cock, her amusement evident. Brad groaned, his rhythm unbroken, his grip tightening on Rachel's hips.
Rachel leaned back, her breasts pressing into Brad's chest as she whispered, "Let's show him a real show." Sarah's eyes lit up, her smile predatory as she stepped away, her body still vibrating from her recent orgasm. Rachel's hand reached back, her fingers finding Brad's cock, still buried deep inside her.
With a wink, Rachel began to tug him out of her ass, her walls clenching around him in protest. "We're not done yet," she murmured, a hint of challenge in her voice. Sarah's eyes darkened with need, her desire flaming anew. Rachel turned around, her legs straddling Brad's hips, her ass in the air.
"Fuck me," Rachel demanded, her voice a whip-crack of lust. Brad didn't hesitate, sliding his cock back into her warmth, Rachel's moan echoing through the room. The knocking grew louder, and Mr. Jenkins' complaints became more insistent, but they were beyond caring.
Sarah chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "Why don't we give him a real show?" Rachel's eyes lit up with mischief, her body rocking back to meet Brad's thrusts. Sarah strode to the door, her desires demanding release.
With a flick of the lock, she cracked the door. Mr. Jenkins' furious face was met with Rachel's passionate cries, her ass bouncing on Brad's cock. Rachel's eyes gleamed with excitement, her body moving faster, feeding off the thrill of their audience. "Keep going," Sarah urged, her hand sliding into her pussy.
The door swung wide, revealing Rachel's neighbor, his eyes bugging out at the display. Rachel leaned back, her tits bouncing, and gave him a wink. "Care to join?" she panted. Mr. Jenkins sputtered, his face reddening, but his eyes remained glued to Rachel's body.
Sarah took a good look at Mr. Jenkins, her smile turning wicked. "Or would you rather watch?" Rachel's eyes glinted with excitement. With a flick of her wrist, she slammed the door shut, cutting off his protests. "Fucking prick," she murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.
Brad's cock plunged deep into Rachel's ass, her moans filling the room. Rachel's body was a canvas of passion, her muscles tensing with each thrust. "He's going to get off watching us," Rachel said with a giggle, her voice breathless.
Sarah leaned down, her breasts brushing Rachel's back, and whispered, "Let's give him a show he'll never forget." Rachel nodded, her hips moving faster, her pussy gushing around Brad's shaft. The door was slightly open, Mr. Jenkins' shadow visible in the crack.
Brad's eyes locked on Rachel's ass, her cheeks spread wide with each thrust. "Keep going," he groaned, his hand sliding up to play with her clit. Rachel's head fell back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Sarah's eyes gleamed with mischief as she approached the door, her hand slipping again into her pussy.
"You're going to love this," Rachel gasped, her body quivering. Sarah leaned against the door, her hand moving faster, watching Rachel's response. Rachel's pussy clenched around Brad's cock, her orgasm building. The knocking grew louder, more insistent.
With a smirk, Rachel reached back, slapping Brad's hand away from her clit. "Make him beg," Rachel whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. Sarah stepped away from the door, her need forgotten in the heat of Rachel's challenge. Rachel's hips bucked harder, her ass slapping against Brad's thighs.
Brad's eyes narrowed, his grip on Rachel's hips tightening. He slammed into her, his cock filling her ass with a primal force that had Rachel's eyes rolling back in pleasure. Rachel leaned back, her body arched, her mouth open in silent invitation.
Sarah took the cue, her legs spreading wide, her hand guiding Rachel's face to her dripping pussy. Rachel eagerly latched onto her, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness that was Sarah's arousal. The knocking grew frantic, Mr. Jenkins' shadow bobbing in the door’s crack.
With Brad's cock still buried in her ass, Rachel's mouth worked Sarah's clit with a fervor that spoke of her own climbing need. Sarah's legs trembled, her moans growing louder as Rachel's skilled tongue painted circles around her swollen bud. Rachel's eyes fluttered shut, her body moving in time with Brad's punishing thrusts.
Sarah's eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto Rachel's as she felt the beginnings of another climax. Rachel's eyes were wild with lust, her cheeks flushed, and her mouth a wet mess of desire. The knocking had stopped, replaced by Mr. Jenkins' muffled grunts and heavy breathing outside the door.
Brad's thrusts grew more frantic; his eyes glazed with the need to cum. Rachel's ass clamped down, her moans vibrating against Brad's cock as she approached the edge. Another shadow appeared in the hallway, but this one was not Mr. Jenkins.
Sarah's eyes widened as Mrs. Peterson, Rachel's other neighbor, stepped into view. Rachel didn't miss a beat, her tongue swirling around Sarah's clit as she watched the shocked expression on the older woman's face. Mrs. Peterson's eyes darted from the lewd scene to Mr. Jenkins' hand, which was indeed busy.
The sound of zippers and fabric rustling filled the air. Rachel's ass cheeks clenched around Brad's cock, her moans vibrating against Sarah's pussy. Mrs. Peterson's hand drifted to her chest, her breathing quickening. Rachel winked at her, not breaking rhythm, and whispered, "You're welcome to join us."
Mrs. Peterson's shock melted into curiosity, her hand slipping down her cardigan. Rachel's eyes never left hers as she swiped her thumb over Brad's cock, then brought it to her mouth for a taste. Mrs. Peterson's eyes grew dark with lust, and she stepped into the room, her hand disappearing under her skirt.
Sarah's orgasm washed over her, Rachel's mouth a perfect storm of pleasure. Rachel's own need grew, Brad's relentless pounding pushing her closer to the brink. Mrs. Peterson's hand emerged from her skirt, her fingers slick with desire. Rachel offered her a knowing smile, the invitation clear.
Mrs. Peterson hesitated only briefly before moving closer, her hand reaching out to touch Rachel's bouncing ass. Rachel's moans grew louder, her body a symphony of need. Brad's strokes grew more erratic, his climax imminent. Rachel's eyes locked onto Mrs. Peterson's, a silent question hanging between them.
Mrs. Peterson took the invitation, her hand caressing Rachel's cheek before sliding down to Brad's cock. Rachel's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Mrs. Peterson's fingers tightened around Brad's base. The room was a maelstrom of desire, the three bodies moving in a dance of passion.
