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All Characters are 18 years or older.
When a law office intern discovers that a fellow intern is one of his favourite new OnlyFans performers, a ball begins rolling that will bring a boring summer of paperwork and coffee-fetching into an avalanche of sexual adventure. Fair warning to readers, this story will jump categories. This collection of chapters includes teasing, oral, lots of dirty talk and some MFF.
OFG is a variation story based on the setup by Aurelian14, and is an ongoing patronized work sponsored by him. Originally written in small chapter releases, they will be collected here on Literotica in 10 chapter chunks for smoother reading.
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Chapter 101
“Alright, Fresh Cut Gems,” Becca said, flopping down onto the couch next to Gemma. “Are you ready for some heart-to-heart or what?”
It had been half a day since John had left, but Gemma knew she hadn’t dropped her smile all day. Somehow, even knowing that he was off with Sabrina doing God knows what, Gemma couldn’t help but feel lighter than air.
“What’s up?” Gemma sighed, sitting up in her seat and closing her book. All through her time in the US she’d loved going to used bookstores and picking up cheap one and two-dollar paperbacks – the current one she was reading was a super pulpy fantasy from the 1960s.
Becca leaned forward from her seat on the couch. “Look, I know I was pretty casual about it with Charlotte, but you and John- I like the guy, and he passed the cheating test -but you really are falling hard and fast here, girl. And you know you’re leaving in a couple of months. I just don’t want to see you getting hurt right at the end of your stay here.”
“I know,” Gemma sighed. “I know. Seriously, this isn’t what I thought my summer was going to be like. When I first met John at the office, I thought maybe he’d be a fun fling at some point late in the summer. A last hooray one-nighter or something.”
“So what honestly happened?” Becca asked. “Because what I’m seeing between you two definitely isn’t that. I could tell just that night he came with McDonald’s for us. He booty called you like he was an UberEats driver, not a fuck buddy.”
“Nothing happened,” Gemma waved her off. “We’re just a comfortable fit for each other.”
Becca gave Gemma a levelled gaze that screamed, ‘Yea, OK’ in the most sarcastic non-voice possible.
“Fine, something sort of happened,” Gemma relented. “It’s kind of a romantic triangle situation, but weird, and that was kind of the catalyst. But seriously, before this week, everything was just good vibes with John. He has good banter and can keep up with my teasing, and he’s as ambitious as I am with his career goals. And he’s just – he’s very good at listening when he’s tuned in to me.”
“And?” Becca asked. “Can he back it up with chemistry?”
Gemma laughed. “You mean the sex?”
“Uh, yeah, obviously,” Becca said.
“He blows my fucking world,” Gemma said. “Best I’ve ever had, hands down, no contest.”
“OK, OK,” Becca said. “But there’s a big question that you need to be able to talk about without it ruining everything.”
“Fine, shoot,” Gemma said.
“What’s the downside?” Becca asked. “The thing that’s making you think, ‘Fuck, I don’t know if this is worth it.’ And don’t try to lie and say he’s perfect, no one is perfect. I just don’t want you falling into some blind trap without being realistic.”
Gemma hesitated to answer because she knew what the real one was, and it wasn’t what she ever would have assumed if her in the now could tell her two weeks ago what was going on. What her answer should have been was Sabrina. Sharing John with another woman seemed insane on the surface, but for some reason even though she’d been pissed after catching them on Monday, everything had turned on its head.
She was more than OK with sharing John. In fact, it was kind of turning her on knowing that he was over at her place right that minute.
No, the real downside was a lot harder to admit, even to herself.
“Come on, Gemma,” Becca prompted her. “I saw the cock, I heard the moaning. I know what he’s packing. What’s the other side of the coin?”
Gemma swallowed, her mouth feeling dry, but answered anyway. “The other side of the coin is that I leave in a little over two months and I’m in love with him,” she said. “And knowing that there’s a time limit on us is really fucking shitty and I’m trying not to think about it. I really, seriously… I love him. That’s the big problem with this, Becca. I told you how my Ex broke my heart, and now I feel like I might be doing that to myself, but if I just cut it off I feel like I’m doing that anyways and depriving myself of all thisgood that I’m feeling, too.”
“Oh, Gems,” Becca sighed, scooting down the couch to pull her into a hug. “That’s such a bullshit answer but I’ll take it anyways.”
Gemma barked a laugh, hugging Becca back. Their relationship had been weird from the start, Becca taking a hot second to get comfortable with people she met, but once she had made her judgements she was super open about things and boundaries started to get grey. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, Becca,” Gemma sighed. “But I know I don’t want this to stop.”
“Enjoy it while you can,” Becca said, giving her another squeeze. “Figure it out as it comes. He seems like a good guy, and if he fucks you good then that’s all you can really ask for. That or turn into a lesbian.”
“Not there yet, sorry,” Gemma said and kissed Becca on the cheek before they pulled away from each other. “Maybe someday.”
“Teasing bitch,” Becca grinned.
Chapter 102
You woke for the second time that day on Sabrina’s bed, though this time she was kissing you instead of fucking you.
“Good afternoon,” she smiled, kissing you lightly again. While you were dozing off she had squirmed around so you were no longer spooning her and she was instead laying nose to nose with you.
“Good afternoon, beautiful,” you said and kissed her back. “How late is it?”
“Almost five,” she said.
“Mmmm,” you groaned, stretching and accidentally rubbing against the now cold wet spot where Sabrina had squirted. “If we get cleaned up, do you want to head out for dinner? My treat.”
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, please.”
Somehow you always ended up in Sabrina’s shower after spending time at her place. Then again, considering what you always got up to, it made sense.
You spent a good twenty minutes in the shower, washing each other and teasing. Groping. Making out under the hot spray. Showering with Sabrina was so similar, and yet also different, from showering with Gemma. And you loved both experiences.
Once you were out of the shower, Sabrina insisted on drying you off, and you did the same for her. Then she sat you down on the toilet and styled your hair with a variety of products until she was happy, and shushed you out of the room. You got dressed and started cleaning up the living area until Sabrina came out of her room wearing a red dress that hugged her tight body closely.
“Wow,” you said, standing up from the couch. “Sabrina, you look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, and walked over to take your hand, her other holding a large purse with its straps over one shoulder. “I figured dolling myself up was the least I could do after you gave me a spiritual experience.”
“Well, I’m in awe of you,” you said, stooping to kiss her. She’d done up her makeup as well, her lips a bright red that matched her dress. She kissed you back enthusiastically, and when you were done she went to the little hall closet and fished around until she found a pair of red heels that matched her dress, lipstick and – you realized – her bag. You also noticed that she slipped a pair of old flats into her purse as well, but didn’t say anything.
You left Sabrina’s apartment arm in arm, her looking like a million bucks and you looking clean and put together even if you were wearing your clothes from the night before. Sabrina didn’t have an immediate opinion on dinner, so you decided to show her one of your own discoveries in the city closer to your place than hers. It was an Italian bistro, not so fancy that you were going to break the bank or anything, but classy while maintaining a family atmosphere and a bustling takeout business.
The hostess was a pretty woman in her mid-thirties, but you only had eyes for Sabrina as you were led over to a table. You pulled out the heavy chair for her, and Sabrina smiled shyly as she accepted your invitation to sit.
“You’re going overboard, John,” she said. “Remember, this isn’t a date. By the rules, we aren’t dating.”
“I know,” you said as you took your own seat. “But thisis a platonic dinner out with someone I care for a lot, and I want you to know how much.”
She blushed and looked away for a moment before turning back to you. “I care about you a lot too, John.”
You reached across the table and took her hand in yours, giving it a squeeze. “I know.”
And then dinner was exactly what you said – a platonic dinner with someone you cared for and just enjoyed being around. Sure, you flirted a little, but it wasn’t like the last two times you’d been in a restaurant with Sabrina. You mostly talked and laughed, just being with each other, and without the tenseness of sexual attention – since you were both utterly drained at the moment – it was just plain fun.
When the waiter brought the bill over, you took it and paid, and Sabrina smiled her thanks. Then you talked for another twenty minutes until Sabrina said, “I think they’re staring at us and want us to leave, John. How about you take me home to your place?”
“Really?” you asked, a little surprised. Sabrina had been there, but hadn’t been there late before.
“Mhmm,” Sabrina nodded. “Netflix and chill? And I do mean chill, notchill. Well, not unless… you know.”
The two of you were out the door and walking down the street in under a minute. You walked arm in arm, and again you were struck with the casualness of how close you and Sabrina had gotten with each other, let alone the addition of Gemma.
It was a good fifteen-minute walk back to your place, and you rode the elevator up with Sabrina in your arms, hugging softly and not caring about the side eye you were getting from the scruffy looking woman who rode up and stopped on the floor below yours.
At your door you had the key in the lock when you hesitated for a moment, and then knocked loudly. And then knocked again.
“What are you doing?” Sabrina asked.
You shook your head, then called through the door. “Mosche, you better have pants on. Sabrina is here with me.”
Then you opened the door, and found Mosche thankfully with pants on, but that was it as he lounged on the couch and watched TV. “Hey dude,” he said. “Hey, uh, Sabrina? Damn, you’re all dressed up.”
“Yes I am,” Sabrina said as she stepped in after you. “I just wanted to show off a little for John tonight.”
“Uh-huh,” Mosche said, narrowing her eyes a little as you could see him working through the last couple of days. The last he’d seen you, you were heading out with Gemma from the comedy club. Now here you were with Sabrina. You’d told him you were seeing two different women, but you had to assume experiencing it was something else entirely. “Well… OK.”
“We’re probably going to hole up in my room,” you said. “Are there any more of those chips I bought?”
“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Mosche said.
“I’ll be in your room,” Sabrina said, and kissed you lightly before walking down the hall.
You and Mosche both watched her walk away.
Chapter 103
“Dude,” Mosche said definitively once Sabrina was in your room.
“Yeah, I know,” you said.
“No, dude,” he said. “I don’t know whether to be pissed at you for havingtwo girls that look like Gemma and Sabrina, or if I should be paying you for lessons or something. And they both know about each other?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “They even came up with some rules for us to work by and everything. Gemma is my girlfriend, Sabrina is my friend with benefits.”
“Ugh,” Mosche sighed heavily, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t even get a date and you’re juggling like a master.”
“What about that Tasha girl?” you asked. “She was cute and is in the same scene as you. And she’s Tantric Sex Girl, right?”
“Yeah,” he said, his hands over his face and muffling him as he kept his head back on the couch.
“So have you asked her out?” you asked.
Mosche just shook his head.
“Well, why not?”
Mosche lowered his hands heavily, flopping them to his sides. “Because if I ask her out and she says no, it’ll make things weird. And if I ask her out and she says yes, and the date goes badly, it’ll make things weird and everyone at the club will hear about it. And even if she says yes and it goes well, then everyone at the club will know she’ll date comics and they’ll hit on her even more and she’ll probably find someone better than me.”
“Jesus, Mosche,” you said, then hesitated. “Wait, do Jewish people say something other than ‘Jesus’?”
“No,” Mosche said. “Well, I guess you could say like, ‘Abraham!’ or something, but it doesn’t have the same impact.”
“Alright, well… Jesus, Mosche!” you said again. “You need to build up your confidence and stop giving so many fucks. Which, I’ll admit, is rich coming from me since I stumbled ass first into this situation. But I’ve learned really quickly that being honest as hell and taking risks is just going to lead to better things.”
“That’s not helpful,” Mosche said. “Do you know how often a kid like I was gets told that growing up?”
“Probably the same amount as I was,” you said. “Look. Ask out Tasha. You have plenty in common, and she’s talking to you about sexual stuff. You do realize that’s calledflirting, right?”
“Is it?” Mosche asked. “I don’t even know anymore. She also asked about you and Gemma a lot, especially after she apparently saw your dick from on stage?”
“That… is not exactly what happened. She asked Gemma how big I was, and Gemma showed her through my pants,” you said. “It’s not like I whipped it out on the table or anything.”
“Well, you might as well have,” Mosche muttered. “Tasha mentioned you and Gemma like five more times during the rest of the night.”
“Well, what was she saying?” you asked.
“She would say shit like how cute you two were together, and how you must have taken Gemma home and were railing her with your… yeah. And she was talking about how much she could use a good fuck from a guy with the balls to get a girl like her,” Mosche said.
“Oh my God, dude,” you said. “She was literally waving you into her bed like an air traffic control guy with the big glowy sticks.”
“What? No,” Mosche said.
“She told you she wanted to get fucked,” you said. “What did you say?”
“Um, I guess I probably said, ‘Yeah, haha,’ ’cause I felt awkward as fuck.”
“OK. It’s Saturday night. Do you know where she is right now?” you asked.
“No, I’m not like stalking her or something,” Mosche said.
“Yeah, but she’s not performing at another open mic or anything, right?”
“Not that I know of. If there was one I’d be there,” he said.
“OK, here’s what you’re going to do,” you said. “You’re going to call her. And you’re going to say thisexactly. Are you ready to hear this?”
“Yes, fine. What am I supposed to say?”
“You say, ‘Hey Tasha. I was clueless last night. If you still want to fuck, I’ll bring shawarma for an after-fuck snack.'”
“But I don’t like shawarma,” Mosche said.
“Oh my Lord, dude,” you said, throwing your hands up in the air. “It’s not about the shawarma. Swap it out for whatever other takeout you can get at this hour. Just fucking call her.”
“Fine, I’ll call her,” he said. “But I’ve never been on a booty call before.”
“It’s only a booty call if you only have sex,” you said. “That’s what the food is for. Take it from Booty Call to… I don’t know. Booty Call Plus.”
“Is this really going to work?” Mosche asked.
“Only one way to find out,” you said, turning towards the hallway, and then remembering to grab your bag of chips from the kitchen. “Dude,” you said, coming back into the living room with the bag folded over on itself, only about one-third full.
“Oh, shit,” Mosche said. “I forgot I ate some last night.”
“Whatever,” you said. “Call her.” You started down the hall to your room but stopped, “And by the way, Mosche? You did better last night. And you definitely weren’t the bottom-rung guy anymore.”
“Really?” Mosche said, perking up like a golden retriever.
“Yeah,” you said. “Keep it up. And, honestly, consider what I said about women to be true about comedy. Honesty and confidence.”
It really didn’t matter to you if Mosche actually called Tasha or not. Especially once you opened your bedroom door to find Sabrina’s shoes and bag on the floor, and deeper in her dress, and after that her thong and bra.
Sabrina smiled from your bed, under the covers but holding them open for you. She was wearing one of your shirts and it seemed that was it. “Hey, baby,” she said. “Get your laptop, I want to cuddle and we have more episodes of Castle to watch.”
Chapter 104
Sabrina directed you to strip down to your boxers, and you slipped under the covers with her and booted up your laptop. Soon you were spooned up behind her with the laptop on the bed with Netflix up as Sabrina teasingly judged your ‘Continue Watching’ section. You bickered over silly things, fighting for control of the laptop trackpad as you hugged her to you, and eventually somehow managed to get to the Castle selection.
“You were out there a while,” Sabrina said, reaching for the bag of chips.
“Yeah, Mosche has lady troubles,” you said.
“And you didn’t call me out to help?!” Sabrina said with fake shock. “You have to admit that I was the perfect wingwoman between you and Gemma.”
“You absolutely were,” you said, kissing the top of her head. “But it’s less of a wingwoman situation, more of a ‘literally just make any move at all’ situation.”
“So what lesson did you impart upon him, oh Master of Game,” Sabrina teased. “Did you tell him to scour OnlyFans for this mystery woman’s page like you did with me?”
“You know I wasn’t scouring,” you said. “It was a happy coincidence.”
“Just happy?”
“Very, very happy,” you said.
Sabrina hit play on Episode 2 of the show and then to your horror she went about crumpling up your bag of chips, crushing them all.
You hit play on the show. “What in the hell are you doing?” you asked.
“What? I don’t want greasy fingers, and we don’t want crumbs in the bed,” Sabrina said.
“So you crush the chips!? What kind of animal are you?”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. Watch,” she said. Then she sat up and straightened out the bag. “Sit up.”
You did, and she put the corner of the bag to your lips and tilted it, pouring in a mouthful of chip crumbs.
“See? No mess,” she said.
“M’you’ a ‘enious,” you said through your mouthful.
“You finally realize it,” she grinned and kissed you on the cheek. She tilted a mouthful of chip crumbs into her mouth as well, and then set the bag aside and snuggled down under the covers again and pressed play.
You joined her soon after, and Sabrina pulled your arm around her so that she was cuddled into a spooning position again. Watching the show with her was fun – you both had a tendency to make little comments and kept each other grinning as you watched the odd police procedural.
Deep into the episode, you started to let your hands wander a bit and Sabrina let you know she was fine with it big wiggling her bum back against you. You started over the shirt, massaging her small breasts lightly, then ran your hand down her side to her bare hip and down her thigh as far as you could reach without moving the rest of your body. Then you brought your hand back up, slipping under the shirt, and pressed your hand to her bare stomach.
Sabrina was thin like you imagined a catwalk model would be – likely she would have been a good one if she had a bit more height. Her stomach wasn’t muscled so much as just lean, and you had a delicious, warm feeling as you softly stroked her smooth skin. You could feel her responding to you in little ways, feel every breath through her diaphragm. Running the tip of your middle finger softly around her belly button made her stomach flex from the soft tickle of it.
The second episode ended, and she reached over and hit the ‘Play Next.’
This episode you let your hand drift lower, down to her pelvic mound and her shock of pubic hair. Blindly, since this was all under the covers, you trailed your fingers through it and softly started to scratch and massage her there as if you were massaging her scalp. The feeling of her pubic hair on your fingers was luxurious and sexy and ultimately intimate. You weren’t fucking, or even fingering. This was an intimate touch in an intimate area with no specific desire for anything more.
Sabrina shifted her head to look at you and pursed her lips, and you responded by leaning down to kiss her. It was short and sweet, and you didn’t stop your fingers, and then you both went back to watching the show. You stayed like that for the entire episode.
After pausing at the start of the next one, Sabrina scooted out of the bed, needing to go to the washroom. She didn’t even bother slipping her panties on, just striding out of your room with your shirt dangling high on her thighs. You decided soon after to grab a couple drinks for you and her, so you followed her out and found that Mosche wasn’t in the living room anymore. You hoped that meant that he’d taken your advice and things had gone well for him.
Sabrina stepped out of the washroom and heard you in the kitchen. “Hey,” you said. “Beer, or just water?”
“Water, please,” she said, entering the kitchen and sitting up on the counter.
“Careful,” you said, fetching a glass down from the cupboard and filling it with the Brita filter you kept in the fridge.
“Why? Afraid I’m going to flash you?” she asked.
“Something like that,” you smiled.
Sabrina chuckled and spread her legs, lifting the hem of your shirt to give you a good look at her pussy. You stepped between her legs and tilted her chin up so you could kiss her. She pressed her chest forward to yours and you could feel her nipples through the shirt.
The kiss ended and you looked into Sabrina eyes as you both smiled happily.
I love you, you thought even though you chided yourself for it.
The door to the apartment started to unlock, ending the moment as you stepped back and Sabrina slid down from the counter to her feet, your shirt falling back around her thighs.
Chapter 105
“Hey,” you said.
“Oh, uh, hey,” Mosche said.
“Um, hi…” Tasha said.
“Hey, I’m Sabrina,” Sabrina said, stepping forward and offering Tasha her hand.
“Hi,” Tasha said, obviously looking at Sabrina’s outfit, or lack of one, as well as your own. “Uh, sorry, are we interrupting something?”
“Just grabbing some drinks. Netflix intermission,” you said.
Tasha looked back and forth between you and Sabrina a couple more times, clearly wanting to say something. She and Mosche had come in before you or Sabrina could have dreamed of escaping back to your room, so you were stuck with a ‘fake it till you make it’ confidence at being caught in your underwear.
Apparently, Tasha decided she couldn’t hold it in. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But I’d want to know if it was happening to me. I saw John out on a hot and heavy date just last night with someone else.”
“You didwhat!?” Sabrina said, turning to you with an angry face but winking. “I knew it! That blonde slut is back, isn’t she?”
“It’s not what you think,” you said, hamming it up with some stuttering.
“Don’t you give me that bullshit,” Sabrina said. “God, every time I turn my back, you’re off fucking that bimbo again. It’s not my fault I didn’t grow huge tits like her, why can’t you just be happy with mine?” She grabbed her chest through your shirt she was wearing.
“Look, baby,” you said. “I told you, if you let me put it in your butt I wouldn’t go see her anymore. This is really mostly your fault.”
Tasha’s eyes were starting to bug out of her head as she watched us ‘yell’ at each other, while Mosche was just looking really confused.
“Fine! I guess you’re just going to need to break my ass in then,” Sabrina growled. “I was planning on saving that for our wedding night, but I’d rather you take my last virginity now than put a baby into that whore first.”
“Um, actually, I already did,” you said, ramping up the fake tension even more. “She gave birth last year. It’s actually already my daughter’s birthday in a couple of weeks. I wasn’t sure if I should invite you to the party, or…?”
“Of course I want to come to the party! What the fuck, John. You think I would want to miss my stepdaughter’s first birthday?”
“Well, you always said that if I put a baby in your ex, you weren’t sure if you would want to kill us both or watch us fuck. Does this mean you want that threesome?”
“Hell yes I do,” Sabrina said. She was starting to lose her character, biting her lip hard to try and stop from smiling. “I mean if you can’t beat them, join them, right? Come on, let’s get your cock hard so you can fuck my ass. You’ve got olive oil in the kitchen, right? We’ll need to practice cause I assume you and her are going to-”
“What the actualfuck is going on,” Tasha interrupted.
You and Sabrina burst out laughing, Sabrina actually falling to the ground as she heaved from the effort.
“I’m sorry,” you panted, trying to control your laughter. “I’m sorry, we were- Hahah! We were- It’s not-”
“Ugh,” Sabrina grunted, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I know about Gemma,” she wheezed. “It’s- John and I are fuckbuddies. Gemma knows, too. We’re friends.”
“Ooh,” Mosche said, slapping his hand to his forehead. “They were faking.”
“Obviously,” Tasha said. “Jesus fuck. I thought I got sucked into the plot of a soap opera for a second there.”
You helped Sabrina up from the ground, both of you trying to suppress your laughter. “Sorry, Tasha. I swear it was this one’s idea, I just went along with it.”
Sabrina snorted loudly, clapping a hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “We got a little carried away.”
Tasha just shook her head. “So he’s not cheating?”
“God no,” Sabrina said, hugging herself to your side. “Everything is consensual and in the open.”
“Fucking polyamory,” Tasha sighed, then turned to Mosche. “Please tell me you don’t have a girlfriend in your room or something.”
“No, not at all,” Mosche said.
“Good,” Tasha said, then glanced back to you and Sabrina. “Sorry for making assumptions.”
“No, no,” Sabrina said, patting her arm. “It was totally reasonable, and if things between John, Gemma and I weren’t what they were I would definitely want to know. So would she. So thanks for looking.”
“Plus, I would deserve it if I were cheating,” you said. “No hard feelings here, either. Now I think we’ve interrupted you guys enough, so we’ll leave you two alone.” You picked up Sabrina and threw her over your shoulder, making sure to keep her shirt pulled down over her thighs so you weren’t flashing Tasha and Mosche. You grabbed your beer and the glass of water for Sabrina from the counter and started walking down the hall.
“Have fun, you two!” Sabrina giggled and waved to Mosche and Tasha.
Back in your room you set the drinks down and then lowered Sabrina to the bed and followed her down, kissing her deeply.
“You don’t think we just ruined that for Mosche, do you?” you asked.
“I don’t know,” Sabrina chuckled. “I hope not, he needs to get laid.”
“Yes, he does,” you said. You stood up and handed Sabrina her water, and cracked open your beer and took a drink.
“You know, I’m not sure what part of that whole thing was funniest, other than Tasha’s face, and which part was hottest,” Sabrina said.
“What do you mean?” you asked.
“I dunno. I think I’m just over-sexed today or something, but the idea of you fucking Gemma behind my back was kinda hot, and so was you taking my ass. Even the idea of you breeding Gemma gave me this little thrill.”
“Yeesh, you are over-sexed,” you chuckled. “I think the term ‘knocked up’ would be more appropriate.”
“Not in kink-speak,” Sabrina smirked. “What, doesbreeding make you uncomfortable?”
You sighed and rolled your eyes, crawling into bed with her again. “You, my dear, need to focus on the show and not your kink fantasies.”
“Fine,” she laughed.
Soon you were back behind her, spooned up. You watched another two episodes of Castle before you realized Sabrina was dozing off in your arms. You shut your laptop, trying to move around Sabrina without waking her up more, but she caught your arm in her hands and kissed it, and when you laid back down fully she wiggled and pulled your shirt off of herself, tossing it onto the floor.
“Boxers,” she mumbled.
You shifted and kicked them down somewhere under the covers.
Sabrina wiggled her ass back against you, then surprised you as she reached back and took hold of your mostly-soft cock and wedged it between her little ass cheeks.
“There,” she mumbled dreamily.
“Really?” you asked.
“Mhmm,” she hummed and nodded softly.
You definitely fell asleep after she did.
Chapter 106
Waking up with a warm body in your arms was quickly becoming one of your favourite things. You swam closer to consciousness, feeling the softness of her as you hugged her, feeling her smooth skin on yours. Your cock was hard, pressed against her fleshy ass, and you could smell Gemma’s hair as your face buried against the back of her neck. You lifted a hand and brushed your fingers over her breast, feeling their fullness.
Wait. Gemma?
“Good morning,” Gemma murmured to you.
“Huh?” you said dumbly, blinking your eyes open. You were spooned up behind Gemma in your bed. She turned in your arms and came nose-to-nose with you and gave you a soft kiss.
“I said, good morning,” she clarified, smiling at you.
“I’m… what?” you stammered. You’d gone to bed with Sabrina, not Gemma… right?
“Something wrong?” Gemma asked.
“I- No? Yes? I’m confused,” you said.
Then Sabrina began to giggle, and Gemma broke into her own teasing grin. You rolled to the side and looked over your shoulder as Sabrina was snickering while she lifted the covers and slipped under them, joining you and Gemma. She immediately hugged her naked body to you, and Gemma did the same on your other side.
“Jeez,” you sighed. “I thought I was going insane, or I blacked out or something.”
“Sorry, baby,” Sabrina kept giggling. “I woke up early with your boner poking my ass, and was thinking about last night and Tasha and got this idea. So I called Gemma and she came over.”
“I’m not sorry,” Gemma grinned. “Getting up this early on a Sunday was totally worth the look on your face.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, other than questioning my sanity, this is probably the best way I’ve ever woken up.”
“I literally woke up yesterday with your cock inside me,” Sabrina said.
“Hey, how did you do that?” Gemma asked. “He woke up hard inside ofme yesterday.”
“We had a nap in the afternoon,” Sabrina said. “Actually, I think technically we had two naps.”
“Lazies,” Gemma scoffed teasingly.
“Hey, we did a lot of work, too,” you said. “But, even though I would gladly wake up to immediate sex with either of you, I meant this.” You had an arm around each of them. “I know it might be selfish, but having you both in bed with me like this makes me feel like a king.”
Gemma rolled her eyes with a smile, and Sabrina scrunched up her nose and kissed your shoulder.
“We might be able to make this happen again,” Gemma said. “Once in a while, if you’re a good boy.”
“Oooh, we should teach him some tricks. This could be his reward,” Sabrina laughed.
“I am not a puppy, you two,” you said.
“Of course not, baby,” Sabrina said, patting your chest. “You’re at least moderately housebroken. You’re more like a horny teenage dog.”
You just sighed and shook your head and lay there, revelling in the feeling of both of them in your arms at the same time. Sabrina was telling Gemma about the scenes you had filmed yesterday, and Gemma was listening while running a hand through your hair and massaging your scalp.
“That last one sounds fucking hot,” Gemma said once Sabrina had finished. “I can’t wait to see it, but I wish I’d been there. Watching you two fuck in person was so fucking hot.”
“Actually, I was thinking…” Sabrina said. “Do you think maybe I could watch you two together? I mean, just because fair is fair.”
“I thought you were an exhibitionist, not a voyeur,” Gemma said.
“OK, I’m just fucking horny,” Sabrina said. “Can I watch you fuck or not?”
“What do you think, John?” Gemma asked you.
“I think it would only be fair,” you said. “And I would very much like to fuck you right here, right now.”
“Right here, right now, huh?” Gemma grinned and turned back to Sabrina. “Anything in particular you’d like to see, little miss pornstar?”
Sabrina bit the corner of her lip. You could see the horniness on her face at this point, and under the covers you slid your hand down her side to her ass, slowly sliding a finger down her crack and between her legs to play at the entrance to her pussy. She was already a little wet in excitement.
“God, I mean, everything?” Sabrina said. “But if I have to pick… I want to see you ride him. Or maybe doggy? Or it would be hot to watch him finger you really hard while you’re laying on your back.”
You snorted, and Gemma just shook her head with a grin. “Just all that, huh?”
“OK, OK,” Sabrina said. “I choose doggy.”
“I think we can manage that,” Gemma said. “What do you think, love?”
You opened your mouth to answer, then hesitated because you felt Sabrina suddenly tense against your body, though she didn’t show anything on her face. “I think we can do that and more,” you said. “But first I think the three of us need to have a discussion about something important.”
Gemma raised an eyebrow in confusion, and Sabrina furrowed her brow just a touch.
“What’s the topic?” Gemma asked me.
You sighed and hugged both of them close to you – wanting that last bit of warmth before you knew this could quite possibly be the one and only time you felt like this again.
“Love,” you said.
Chapter 107
Things got messy before they got better.
First, Sabrina started crying. Not sobbing or anything, but thick tears as you explained that you and Gemma were saying ‘I Love You.’
Then Gemma was upset that Sabrina was upset because it was obvious that Sabrina was in love with you as well and that wasn’t what this deal between the three of you was supposed to be about.
“I’m sorry,” you said to both of them. Gemma had pulled away from you and was sitting with her back against the wall, her knees pulled up to her chest and the sheets keeping her modest as they draped over her legs. Sabrina had also pulled away in the opposite direction, now sitting on your desk chair with your shirt back on her like last night. “Sabrina, I wanted to tell you right away, but you wanted to wait for when the three of us could talk. I- I suggested it to Gemma first, and we decided that we wanted to say it to each other as a code for all the things we were feeling for each other. Gemma is supposed to leave in a couple of months, and neither of us wanted to wait or dance around to tell each other how we were feeling. I said I wanted to tell her I love her because I’m completely attracted to her physically, emotionally and mentally despite the time limit on us. That’s what Love means between us.”
You turned to Gemma now, “And Gemma, I know this might be the worst thing for me to say, and I am so fucking sorry if this hurts you. What you’ve already been through – God, I don’t want this to hurt you. But I’m in love with Sabrina as well. It’s different between the two of you, I feel different things, but it boils down to the same word and it’s not fair to you at all but I love her.” You looked back to Sabrina. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Sabrina said quietly.
Gemma was silent, her forehead resting against her knees as she looked down and away from the two of you.
You wanted to tell her you were sorry again. That you loved her. That you wanted to find a way to make this work or to make it right. And God, thinking about what Gemma had been through with her fiance, you werefucking sorry.
But… you loved Sabrina, too.
It was better not to say anything at all. If you tried prompting her, it could have the exact opposite effect as what you wanted. You could end up pushing her away instead of bringing her closer.
So you waited quietly. Letting her think.
“I’m going to go,” Sabrina said, standing and reaching for her underwear that was still on the floor. “I’m- Gemma, I’m so sorry. I know I promised it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’ll go. I’m sorry. I’m so fucked up, I can’t even keep a single promise.”
“Wait,” Gemma said, lifting her head. She was crying as much as Sabrina was, tears flowing down her cheeks.
Sabrina hesitated, her thong and panties in her hand.
Gemma looked from you to Sabrina and back, and took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I thought you wanted to watch us fuck?” she asked Sabrina.
“I-” Sabrina stuttered.
“Gemma,” you said.
“Look, I can’t say I’m thrilled about this,” Gemma said. “But… Well, I know why you would be in love with John, Sabrina. I know how special he makes you feel because he makesme feel that way. And I saw you fuck that first time, I know how good the chemistry is between you. And John…” she sighed heavily. “I can’t blame you for feeling the way you are because we put you in this situation. God, honestly I’m mostly just upset at myself for not connecting the dots thatof course a guy like you wouldn’t just stay emotionally cold with your friends with benefits. We chose this. I chose this. I chose you,” she said, looking at you.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath again, then looked at Sabrina. “As long as you can handle me saying it, I can handle you saying it,” Gemma said. “But the rules still stand. I’m his girlfriend, you’re his best friend with all the benefits or however you put it.”
“Really?” Sabrina asked. “You’re OK with this?”
Gemma shifted around, letting the sheet fall away from her as she moved to sit with her legs over your lap and leaning forward to kiss you sweetly. “I love you,” she said to you.
“I love you, too,” you said.
“Now you,” Gemma said to Sabrina.
Sabrina dropped her underwear and crawled back onto the bed, sitting on her knees as she leaned in and kissed you just as sweetly. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too,” you said, meaning it just as deeply.
“What now?” Sabrina asked.
Gemma rolled her legs off of you and slipped back under the covers. “Now I think we should just lie like we were before,” she said. “I’m OK with this, but I need to be OK with this, if you know what I mean.”
Sabrina nodded and got under the covers as well, hugging as close to you as Gemma was. You shifted a little so you were all lying down again, and you were surrounded by them.
After about five minutes of silence, you cleared your throat. “So, I guess we’ll save the fuckshow for another time?”
“Oh my God, John,” Gemma groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Not the time, baby,” Sabrina said on your other side.
You smiled and chuckled just a little in your chest. “I love you both,” you said.
“I’m starting to think we both might just be in it for the dick,” Gemma said.
“Definitely,” Sabrina agreed. “You know what? Let’s just find the closest thing we can with a dildo and learn to use strap-ons really well. It would be like having John around all the time, with none of the hassles.”
“Hey, what hassles?” you asked.
Chapter 108
You didn’t, unfortunately, end up fucking. At least not at that moment. Instead, you held each other for a long while until your stomach grumbled.
“Can I make you two breakfast?” you asked them.
“I think you mean ‘please let me go eat, evil succubuses who have trapped me in my own bed,'” Gemma mumbled into your shoulder.
“Not sure if I’d go that far,” you said. “But I’m pretty sure I can guarantee you two at least some eggs, toast and coffee.”
“Yes, please,” Sabrina said.
“Just eggs and coffee for me,” Gemma said. “I’m trying to tone down the carbs. Dating you is going to make me fat. We’re always eating.”
“What if I want to get you fat?” you asked.
“Then you need to try harder,” Gemma muttered.
Sabrina finally shifted and let you roll over and up, getting to your feet. You quickly dressed in some shorts and a sleeveless shirt. “Do you two want breakfast in bed, or are you coming out in a couple minutes?”
“Bed,” Gemma said. She seemed to be dozing off a bit after the warm cuddle pile.
“Mm-mm,” Sabrina shook her head. “No crumbs in the bed. We’ll come out to eat.”
“How dare you,” Gemma said.
“Sorry, do you want crumbs stuck to your ass when he’s pounding you?” Sabrina asked.
There was a long moment of hesitation. “Fine,” Gemma said. “I’ll get up again.”
You left the two of them in your room and headed to the kitchen. The apartment was quiet and you set to work whipping up a quick breakfast of over-easy eggs fried in the centre of pieces of toast.
You were surprised when Mosche was the first person to come out to join you.
“Hey, you want some breakfast?” you asked.
“Yep,” he nodded, walking with his eyes almost completely closed towards the coffee maker.
“Is, ah, Tasha still here?” you asked.
“Nope,” Mosche shook his head.
“Did you and her…?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean, we did stuff,” Mosche said. “Just not… stuff.”
“I see,” you said. “Are you seeing her again?”
“Well, I mean I see her every Open Mic night,” he said.
“Yeah, I meant- You know what, never mind.”
Mosche made the coffee while you were busy at the stovetop, and he went to sit down and yawned loudly a few times. Sabrina was the next person to come out, dressed in that same shirt as earlier and last night, and you had to wonder if she’d put on underwear this time or not.
“Morning,” she muttered to Mosche, immediately gravitating towards the hot coffee.
Then Gemma came down the hallway. You hadn’t seen what she’d worn to your place that morning. She was dressed in dark blue sweatpants with an athletic bra holding in her big tits, with a crop top that looked like a pullover hoodie that had been cropped right at the bust line. It left her wonderfully curvy abdomen bare and you had the urge to just wrap her up and keep your hands on her.
“Morning Mosche,” she yawned as she went to the counter beside Sabrina.
Mosche frowned and blinked several times as if he had to parse what was happening in front of him. “Uh, good morning.”
“Gemma, are you sure you don’t want toast?” you asked. “I’m doing Birds-in-a-Nest.”
She came over to you and looked at what was in the pan. “Oh, those look good,” she said. “Um, yes. Fatten me up, I’ll do toast as well.”
“OK, sounds good,” you said and casually kissed her lips.
“Thanks, love,” she smiled.
“Coffee, baby?” Sabrina offered you a steaming mug.
“Mmm, yes,” you nodded, accepting it from her and taking a sip. “That’s perfect.”
“Oh, I know,” Sabrina smirked.
If you were honest with yourself, you knew what you were doing. The entire breakfast, you and Sabrina and Gemma lightly teased Mosche with what was going on. By now both Gemma and Sabrina had spent at least a few minutes with him and realized what an odd duck he was, so you didn’t feel too bad about it at all.
To his credit, Mosche never asked the obvious question and you didn’t offer the answer up freely.
Still, it was an awkward meal mainly because no one seemed to know what to say to each other, so everything ended up coming out as just a little odd. Gemma asked after Tasha, not realizing she’d been in the apartment the night before. Sabrina asked about Mosche’s stand-up. The three of you talked a little about the office. Eventually, you and the girls had finished with breakfast and you quickly loaded the dishes into the dishwasher before heading back to your room, leaving Mosche to do whatever he was going to do for the day.
“Alright,” you asked. “So what are you two thinking?”
Gemma ran her hands through her hair. “Well, the way I see it, we can either address the elephant in the room or try and ignore it.”
“Is that what we’re calling his dick now?” Sabrina asked. “The Elephant?”
“Harrharr,” Gemma rolled her eyes. “No, if we’re coming up with a name for his dick it’s gotta be better than that.”
“Or, how about we don’t nickname my penis at all?” you asked.
“No, it’s already got a nickname, remember? Daddy’s Dick,” Sabrina said.
“Whatever,” you groaned.
“For real though,” Gemma said, stepping closer to you and wrapping her arms around your neck so she could lean close. “I’m ready if you are.”
Your response was to kiss her, then turn to Sabrina. “Do you still want to watch?”
“Um, yes?” Sabrina said and peeled off the shirt she was wearing, revealing her completely naked body.
You snorted and smirked. “I love you, Sabrina,” you said while still holding Gemma in your arms.
Sabrina bit her lip and smiled. “I love you too, John.”
“And I love you, Gemma,” you said, turning back to her and giving her a kiss. She responded equally.
“Love you too, love,” Gemma whispered to you.
Chapter 109
“I want to see you suck his dick,” Sabrina said softly. She had sat down on the desk chair, one knee pulled up to her chest with the heel of her foot planted on the seat. She was already teasing herself with a finger slowly stroking her pussy lips as she watched you.
You and Gemma had made out for a long minute, standing in the middle of the room. Gemma grinned and looked over at Sabrina. “Oh you do, huh?”
Sabrina nodded.
“Is that what you want, love?” Gemma asked, turning back to you. “Do you want me to suck your dick? Do you want me to get on my knees and take out your beautiful cock and show you how much I love you with my mouth?”
You kissed her for your response and Gemma laughed happily into your lips. She quickly went down to her knees and pulled down your shorts, releasing your cock to bob in front of her for a moment. “Hello again,” she smirked, looking up at you as she put her face under your cock and let it rest with the head on her forehead.
“You are such a slut for him,” Sabrina giggled.
“Takes one to know one,” Gemma shot back, then stuck out her tongue and slowly slithered it up the underside of your cock. At the tip she kissed you softly, her eyes stuck on yours. She then softly kissed all over the head, and back down the sides of the shaft until her nose was buried into the root.
You groaned, the emotion of the moment more pleasurable than the light kisses necessarily were, and you ran your fingers through Gemma’s thick blonde hair. She hummed happily in response, watching your expressions, and sneaked her face a little lower as she kissed your sack.
Sabrina was watching Gemma work, the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she slowly slipped her ring finger up and down against her clit and then lower to the entrance of her cunt.
“Gemma,” you breathed out.
“Yes, love?” she asked, raising up from teasing your balls and back to your cock, kissing it wetly on the side.
“You’re teasing me,” you said.
“Do you want more?” she asked you.
“You know I do,” you told her.
“Take it then,” she challenged you.
“Fuck,” Sabrina whispered, sliding her entire finger into herself as she watched you.
You took Gemma’s hair more firmly in your grip and she leaned forward eagerly, adjusting her stance on her knees and sticking her ass out for balance as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue like a panting dog.
“I love you,” you told her. She didn’t answer verbally, keeping her mouth open as you tapped your cock head on her tongue, answering with her eyes instead as she urged you to take her mouth.
So you did. You slid your cock into Gemma’s open mouth and she immediately hummed happily as she closed her lips around your shaft. You started to softly fuck her mouth, and she breathed through her nose as she worked her tongue around your shaft and head while you thrust into her. She wiggled her ass slowly, still teasing you despite giving you what you wanted.
“Fuck, you are so God damn sexy,” you grunted. “Isn’t she a fucking sexual Queen, Sabrina?”
“No,” Sabrina said. “She’s not a queen. She has the body of one for sure, but look at the way she’s looking at you. Gemma is a filthy whore for you, John. And she fucking loves it. I know because I’m the same way, baby.”
“Is that true, Gemma?” you asked her. “Are you just my filthy whore? Can I do anything I want with you?”
“God, yes, love,” Gemma panted, looking up at you from her knees.
You knelt down in front of her and kissed her spittle-covered lips, cupping her face in your hands as you did it.
“Thank you,” you whispered to her.
“God no,” she said back. “Thank you. This is so fucking hot.”
You slid around her, keeping a hand on her back to keep her in place, and then quickly pulled down her sweatpants. She hadn’t put any panties on, so you were facing her bare ass. You quickly spread her cheeks apart, revealing her cunt and asshole, and she arched her back to present them even more to you. Your lick started from her clit and slowly dragged with a broad tongue over her lips, tasting the sweet and salty skin of her pussy as her ass and abdominal muscles flexed. You kept going, taking a moment to dip your tongue firmly against her hole, then dragging it firmly up the other side and further across her perineum and then tonguing her asshole.
“Fuck!” Gemma wheezed, throwing her head back and trying to look at you over her shoulder.
In response you left her asshole and took the thick, meaty curve of her ass cheek between your teeth and bit her playfully. Then you turned that bite into a suck, and the suck turned harder.
“Yes, fuck,” Gemma gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. “Do it.”
You sucked even harder, and came away with a pop as you left a hickey on the inner curve of her ass cheek.
“Holy fuck,” Sabrina moaned. “That’s so fucking hot. I want one.”
You couldn’t help but snort a little, and tried to hide it by smashing your tongue back against Gemma’s asshole and licking your way back down to her pussy. Once there, you tongued her rapidly, making her shudder, and then without warning her you raised up and slotted your cock into position and fucked into her with one hard, insistent thrust.
“Yeeeeah,” Gemma shouted, her face screwed up as you didn’t let her resist, forcing her pussy to yield and let you in. She dropped her head and let it hang as you palmed her wonderful ass with one hand, your thumb pressed right next to her pretty asshole.
“That’s the best feeling, isn’t it?” Sabrina asked. She had two of her slim fingers inside herself now as she watched you.
“Fu- Yeah,” Gemma nodded.
You reached forward and hooked your fingers into the back of the neckhole of Gemma’s crop top sweater, and your thumb into the bottom elastic of her sports bra. With her top and bra in your fist, you pulled her more upright until her ass was pressed to your hips and you were buried inside of her, while her arched back thrust her chest into the air and her head fell back against your shoulder.
“Tell Sabrina what you’re feeling,” you told Gemma.
Gemma was breathing heavily, her eyes closed as her cunt got used to your cock inside of her again. “I feel wanted,” she said. “I feel full. I feel loved for being my filthy, kinky, naughty self. I love him so fucking much.”
Sabrina got up from her seat and knelt in front of Gemma and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s so damn good, isn’t it?” she asked, taking Gemma’s hands in hers.
Gemma nodded.
Sabrina looked to you. “Now fuck her, John. Fuck her hard so that she can’t ever forget.”
Chapter 110
You still had Gemma’s shirt and bra pulled back with onehand, her ass pressed to your pelvis as you pulled her shoulder back to your chest. You wrapped your other hand around her waist and spread your fingers out across her stomach, feeling the warmth of her soft skin as you ground your cock deeper inside of her.
“Uuunh,” Gemma moaned, her head still falling back on your shoulder.
You used your hips to pull out a bit and shove yourself back in. It was only a couple of inches of movement at best, but Gemma quivered as her cunt grabbed at you, not wanting to let you go.
“Did I mention that I really like this outfit?” you said quietly to her, continuing to slowly fuck her. “The top is very cute on you, and the athletic bra underneath is such a tease. Plus I love your stomach and back. I’d kiss you there over and over if I wasn’t a little busy doing other things.”
Gemma smiled and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a dork sometimes, John.”
You nuzzled her hair away from her neck and placed your lips there, kissing her softly. “Got a problem with that?”
“Not in a million years, love,” she hummed happily.
Sabrina was still kneeling on the floor in front of you and Gemma, completely naked with her legs spread as she fingered herself with one hand. Her eyes were wide as she took in you and Gemma fucking in front of her, her lips slightly parted as she panted softly.
You started to speed up your thrusting, feeling Gemma’s thick butt slapping softly against your hips. You let go of the back of Gemma’s top, the elastic of the bra snapping back into place, and brought both your hands around to palm and squeeze her breasts through her athletic bra. She began thrusting her ass back at you, her eyes closed as she focused on the feelings.
“I want to help,” Sabrina murmured. “Is there- Gemma, you helped that first time with me and John. Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to try choking you?” Sabrina’s kink for choking had developed quickly from fantasy to reality, and you’d gotten more comfortable with it. That first time you’d tried it Gemma had done some of the choking, too. It was the most she’d taken part in that not-quite-threesome.
Gemma shook her head softly. “No, I don’t think so,” she said softly. “I just- I mean I’ll try it, but I don’t think so.”
“Another time,” you grunted. The effort of our fucking was less about the act of fucking and more about the slightly awkward angle we were in.
“What do you like?” Sabrina asked. “I mean, other than watching. Because I know you fucking loved watching me and John this week.”
Gemma breathed out a nearly soundless laugh. “I hadn’t even – God, yes love, get deep like that – I hadn’t even thought of it like that, but I guess you’re right. Mmmm, nipples please. Yes, yesyesyes. I guess I’m a voyeur, at least with you two. But I’m notthat kinky, either.”
“Says you,” you smiled, whispering into her ear. “What happened to what you said on Friday night?”
“Fuuuuck,” Gemma moaned. “Is that even a kink?”
You glanced at Sabrina and smiled, guessing at what her thoughts would be. “Tell her.”
Gemma was already flushed from the fucking, but now she started to flush more deeply from mild shyness. “I- Um…”
“Tell me, please?” Sabrina said, shuffling forward on her knees. She took Gemma’s hands in hers. They were nearly tit to tit, Sabrina’s much smaller ones just brushing against the backs of your fingers as you continued to hold and squeeze Gemma’s. “You got to see some of my really kinky shit. I just want to know you’re getting what you want, too.”
“I am,” Gemma panted. “God, I am. I want- I want John. That’s what I want. He owns me in the bedroom. He can have anything he wants because I know he loves me. That’s what I fucking want – fuck, love, you just got harder inside me!”
You had, right when she said you owned her in the bedroom. She’d said it before, but her admitting it to Sabrina was hot as hell because it made it more real for someone else to hear it. To know it.
“You know I’m his too, right?” Sabrina said. She closed the distance, pressing her nakedness against Gemma’s front, one hand holding her hip and the other brushing the hair out of Gemma’s face. “Remember? My mouth, my pussy. He claimed them both. Next he’ll claim my ass, and it’ll be his, too. Isn’t it so fucking hot to know he can do that? That John is who he is?”
Gemma laughed, squeezing her eyes shut as you buried inside of her deeply again, holding for a moment.
“Mine first,” Gemma said.
“You what first?” Sabrina asked.
“My asssss,” Gemma sighed. “Seriously. You got to fuck him first, I want him to fuck my ass first. Please? I need a first too for this to be balanced, Sabrina.”
“Of course,” Sabrina said, leaning forward and lightly kissing Gemma’s lips. “But don’t wait too long or I’ll get impatient.”
“OK,” Gemma nodded. “Sooner than later.” Then she turned back to you. “Not today though, love.”
“I wouldn’t think of it,” you chuckled. “Well, I would. You have a pretty butthole.”
“Whatever that means,” Gemma laughed.
“Wait, I have an idea,” Sabrina said, sliding away from us. You went back to fucking Gemma as Sabrina scooted over and picked up Gemma’s phone from your bedside table. She held it up to Gemma and unlocked it with her face recognition, then went to the camera. “Hold still. I want you to see exactly what John owning that Aussie cunt of yours looks like right now.”
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