Stroke of Luck

Quinn chuckled, his face beaming. “I love the fact that Austin’s hard cock inside you is turning you on so much.” He glanced behind her. “Austin, why don’t you start fucking her?”

She felt Austin’s cock drag along her passage as he drew back. Then he thrust forward again. Quinn watched her intently as Austin moved in and out, his cock filling her in long, deep strokes.

Her eyelids drooped as the pleasure built inside her.

Quinn cupped her chin and lifted. “Baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”

His eyes locked on hers, and she stared into the midnight depths as Austin filled her over and over again.

“Who’s fucking you, baby?” Quinn asked. “Who’s giving you this pleasure?”

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April began to tremble in delight. Austin pumped faster. Every stroke of his pulsing column drove her pleasure higher.

“Austin,” she answered, still staring deep into Quinn’s eyes.

“Are you close?” he asked.

She nodded, barely able to catch her breath. The intensity of Quinn’s focus on her amplified every sensation.

“Tell me when you come,” he insisted, “and who’s making you come.”

Austin’s hand glided over her hip to her pelvis. He found her clit and stroked it. Pleasure skyrocketed through her.

“Ohhh, yes. I’m going to come. I’m…”

He drove deep inside her, and she felt his spasms as hot liquid filled her.

Immediately, she plummeted over the edge. Sparks quivered across every nerve ending, and she found herself drawn into the depths of Quinn’s eyes.

“I’m … coming. Austin is…” she moaned.

Quinn covered her mouth in a quick kiss.

She sucked in a breath as Austin kept rocking his hips. Driving her higher.

She rode the wave of bliss, intensifying with every stroke of his cock. Lost in Quinn’s eyes, she plunged into sheer ecstasy.

Quinn’s hand cupped her cheek. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

The pleasure shimmering through her slowly ebbed. Finally, Austin drew back, his cock dragging from her depths and falling free.

Quinn immediately pulled her into a tight embrace.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

He rolled her back until she was lying on the wooden deck. As he prowled over her, her gaze locked on his gigantic cock, swollen and pulsing. She ached inside, anticipating his first thrust.

He pressed his hot cockhead to her opening, then eased in.

“Ohhh, yes,” she cried.

He filled her in one long stroke. With her pinned to the deck, their groins tightly together, he leaned forward and kissed her. Deeply. With a tenderness she found almost disturbing.

Then he began to pump, and her thoughts scattered.

His big cock filled her again and again.