without me, Chook." He grinned when Adrian's face fell, acknowledging that he had a valid point.
Calleigh leaned in close, whispering something low into Adrian's ear, and his boy blushed, turned a dark red. Wicked woman. Packer was tickled she'd come to play.
"Strip for us, Adrian." Packer loved it when Adrian was naked and he was still clothed. It made things a little uneven, a lot warmer.
Calleigh hummed softly, the sound pretty and musical as fuck.
Adrian was crimson in the face and neck, which was a good look for him. Then his lad obediently started on the buttons on his starched shirt. Calleigh went to him, took Adrian's wallet and watch, his belt, fingers touching him along the way.
Packer crossed his arms and spread his feet a little for balance, just like he would before a show. He watched carefully, taking in every detail.
Calleigh was still in jeans, a tank top, her hair loose, and she looked fine, taking Adrian's good shirt, hanging it up for them. She took Adrian’s jeans, too, folding them over, and then she skinned Adrian out of his undies, letting her hair brush his skin when she helped him step of them. He did like her style.
She even kissed the tip of Adrian's cock as she stood, Adrian's cry deep and hot as fuck.
Packer grinned. "Very nice, luv. Come here, huh?" He held out a hand to her.
She moved like a fucking wet dream, her nipples hard for them, lips wet and a little swollen.
"Hello, luv." He pulled her close when she took his hand, kissing her deep.
He could hear Adrian's moan, and he made it good, his hands framing her pretty little arse. She was soft, yet firm, and he almost distracted himself from Adrian with the feel of her. He heard Adrian take a step forward, a step closer.
"Ah-ah." He held up one hand to fend Adrian off. "I think someone is feeling neglected."
"Well, that's not good." Calleigh turned, smiled at Adrian. "I think he deserves attention."
"What sort?" He knew what he wanted. Packer wanted to see Adrian's ass glow.
Calleigh looked over to him, unsure for the first time.
He winked. "No worries, luv. Let me show you how wild he can get. Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed, Chook."
Adrian looked at him, mouth opening and closing, and it was Calleigh who nodded, spoke. "Come on, Ades. Pay attention."
Adrian stared at her a moment, too. Then that fine mouth snapped closed and Adrian moved, bending over the bed.
Calleigh hummed, eyes trailing over every inch of skin. "So fine."
"He is, isn't he? Have you ever seen his ass take on the most beautiful color?"
She shook her head, her pretty hair falling around her. "I want to."
"Pack..." Adrian's protest was low, deep.
"What, Chook?" He knew Adrian loved it, knew Adrian fantasized about Calleigh doing it. "This is right, us."
"Do you want me to go grab a shower, y'all? Give you some privacy?"
"No, love." Packer pulled her toward Adrian. "He's told me that you play sometimes. This is just a little more hardcore." He put her hand on Adrian's ass. "His skin is amazing."
"He's stunning." Calleigh’s hand moved over Adrian's butt, nails trailing on it, leaving tiny lines.
Adrian went up on tiptoes, his ass clenching. It was beautiful.
"See? A little color, and somehow he's even better." Packer moved her hand out of the way for a moment and gave Adrian a smack. Adrian gasped and Calleigh moaned softly, eyes on the handprint he'd left behind. "He loves it, huh?" Packer hit one more time, watching Adrian sway.
"Let me try?"
Adrian cried out, the sound strangled.
"Oh, yes." He backed off, letting Calleigh get into position.
Her hand swung back and the sound when she connected... Crikey, the sheila had some strength in her.
Adrian shouted, his whole body swaying, his arms giving out a moment. Packer went to him and helped him back up, positioning him so that sweet ass stuck out more.
"I'll take this side, huh?"
She met his eyes. "He's good?"
"He's good. Aren't you, Adrian?"
Adrian moaned, his ass moving side
Calleigh leaned in close, whispering something low into Adrian's ear, and his boy blushed, turned a dark red. Wicked woman. Packer was tickled she'd come to play.
"Strip for us, Adrian." Packer loved it when Adrian was naked and he was still clothed. It made things a little uneven, a lot warmer.
Calleigh hummed softly, the sound pretty and musical as fuck.
Adrian was crimson in the face and neck, which was a good look for him. Then his lad obediently started on the buttons on his starched shirt. Calleigh went to him, took Adrian's wallet and watch, his belt, fingers touching him along the way.
Packer crossed his arms and spread his feet a little for balance, just like he would before a show. He watched carefully, taking in every detail.
Calleigh was still in jeans, a tank top, her hair loose, and she looked fine, taking Adrian's good shirt, hanging it up for them. She took Adrian’s jeans, too, folding them over, and then she skinned Adrian out of his undies, letting her hair brush his skin when she helped him step of them. He did like her style.
She even kissed the tip of Adrian's cock as she stood, Adrian's cry deep and hot as fuck.
Packer grinned. "Very nice, luv. Come here, huh?" He held out a hand to her.
She moved like a fucking wet dream, her nipples hard for them, lips wet and a little swollen.
"Hello, luv." He pulled her close when she took his hand, kissing her deep.
He could hear Adrian's moan, and he made it good, his hands framing her pretty little arse. She was soft, yet firm, and he almost distracted himself from Adrian with the feel of her. He heard Adrian take a step forward, a step closer.
"Ah-ah." He held up one hand to fend Adrian off. "I think someone is feeling neglected."
"Well, that's not good." Calleigh turned, smiled at Adrian. "I think he deserves attention."
"What sort?" He knew what he wanted. Packer wanted to see Adrian's ass glow.
Calleigh looked over to him, unsure for the first time.
He winked. "No worries, luv. Let me show you how wild he can get. Turn around and bend over, hands on the bed, Chook."
Adrian looked at him, mouth opening and closing, and it was Calleigh who nodded, spoke. "Come on, Ades. Pay attention."
Adrian stared at her a moment, too. Then that fine mouth snapped closed and Adrian moved, bending over the bed.
Calleigh hummed, eyes trailing over every inch of skin. "So fine."
"He is, isn't he? Have you ever seen his ass take on the most beautiful color?"
She shook her head, her pretty hair falling around her. "I want to."
"Pack..." Adrian's protest was low, deep.
"What, Chook?" He knew Adrian loved it, knew Adrian fantasized about Calleigh doing it. "This is right, us."
"Do you want me to go grab a shower, y'all? Give you some privacy?"
"No, love." Packer pulled her toward Adrian. "He's told me that you play sometimes. This is just a little more hardcore." He put her hand on Adrian's ass. "His skin is amazing."
"He's stunning." Calleigh’s hand moved over Adrian's butt, nails trailing on it, leaving tiny lines.
Adrian went up on tiptoes, his ass clenching. It was beautiful.
"See? A little color, and somehow he's even better." Packer moved her hand out of the way for a moment and gave Adrian a smack. Adrian gasped and Calleigh moaned softly, eyes on the handprint he'd left behind. "He loves it, huh?" Packer hit one more time, watching Adrian sway.
"Let me try?"
Adrian cried out, the sound strangled.
"Oh, yes." He backed off, letting Calleigh get into position.
Her hand swung back and the sound when she connected... Crikey, the sheila had some strength in her.
Adrian shouted, his whole body swaying, his arms giving out a moment. Packer went to him and helped him back up, positioning him so that sweet ass stuck out more.
"I'll take this side, huh?"
She met his eyes. "He's good?"
"He's good. Aren't you, Adrian?"
Adrian moaned, his ass moving side
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