Just waking up
From Torg Adventure
At 9:16, you feel Ellen’s hand wrap itself around your morning wood. Slowly, she slides her hand up and down your cock. Her eyes are closed, but you know she’s awake. She has a large, satisfied smile across her face, and her mussed blonde hair gleams in the light of day.
Glancing over her shoulder at Amy’s bed, you can see her wavy red tresses spilled out over her face, and her pillow, as well as her bare, pale shoulders spattered by small freckles.
You kiss Ellen lightly on the lips, and she kisses you back, as well as stroking your cock a little faster. You gasp, and she runs the pad of her thumb over your cockhead, spreading precum all over it. She nuzzles your neck and rubs her nose across your cheek, rough with stubble.
You glance back at Amy and see her eyes flutter open. After a few seconds, her vague gaze focuses on you. She grins widely. She pulls her hair off her face and quietly shifts position to better see you and Ellen.
You can't help but meet Amy's eyes, but you try not to be too distracted. Bending your head toward Ellen's, you kiss her again and move a hand to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple like you did during the night. Ellen sighs quietly.
You don't hear anything from across the room, but you feel Amy must have you in her steady gaze. You look up and see she has one arm outside her covers. She's smiling, more gently now, and watching you. She winks and shoots you a thumbs-up.
Ellen is stroking your cock slowly. It feels like she's really enjoying herself, taking time to touch, stroke, and squeeze each part of your proudest feature. You echo her rhythm with the hand on her breast.
Amy blinks her long-lashed eyes to catch your attention, then raises her eyebrows in a question.
Your mouth opens and you suck air in with a stuttering "Hh-hh-hh-hh-hhhhh" as Ellen circles her palm round the slippery head of your cock.
Amy grins again. When your face relaxes, she raises her eyebrows again and moves her hand, plucking at her bed covers. She points toward Ellen's butt and gestures again, more of a smooth pull.
Amy wants you to show off Ellen's butt for her?
You pull in another unsteady breath with your nose. You slide your upper hand out from under the covers and point to Ellen's butt.
Amy winks and flashes you another grin.
Your face suddenly feels warm. Your heart thumps. You must be blushing.
Your hand descends and slowly, gently pulls the covers toward you. Ellen's moon rises for Amy.
Amy touches the tips of her fingers to her lips and silently blows a kiss across the room. She moves her hand down to where her mound must be. She curves her fingers in a shallow cup and makes a little digging motion with her hand, bending in her fingertips slightly. She raises her eyebrows at you.
Ellen raises her head to kiss you again, and you lose sight of Amy. Ellen's lips are soft and her breath is sweet. You breathe in the scent of her sweat and imagine her body straining in a bed-shaking, hard-earned come.
You put your hand under the covers again and cup Ellen's mound, her golden fleece tickling your palm. She presses her mound toward your hand and squeezes your cock gently. You try a little digging motion, bending your fingertips with the pull. Ellen breaks the kiss and breathes out with a quick "Hhhhhh," quivering against you. Her hand is still on your cock, but she seems to be losing her focus a bit.
You repeat the motion, cupping, pressing, digging, curling.
"Hhh-hhh," Ellen responds, pressing back at you. She nods her head eagerly, not trusting her voice for a whisper.
You catch a glimpse of motion over Ellen's shoulder.
What's Amy up to?
