The feeling of hot semen dripping over her breasts caused her to roll her hips against Thrynn’s stomach, rubbing herself shamelessly on him; he, in response, started lazily rubbing her clit, allowing her to get off on the sensation of being covered in their seed, while the other Nord moved away from her and slowly started to put his clothes back on, looking very satisfied. The Breton man, meanwhile, kept fucking her mouth relentlessly, his fingers caressing slowly the back of her head, without making a single effort to stifle his groans. She couldn’t help but finding this carelessness intriguing, the faint undertone of smugness making her wonder what sort of things he could do to her and how he could make her scream in bliss.
That one, she’d definitely give another try. Maybe another day, though. She was tired enough.
When he spilled all over her face, having purposefully pulled back from her mouth at the very last moment, she twisted her hips against Thrynn’s hand, a brief, intense orgasm making her utter a low, husky moan, her eyes closed to avoid getting any of the sticky substance inside. The thick strings of cum were dripping over her lips, now, and she uttered a sigh, her tongue coming out to stroke the tip of his cock almost lovingly before she pulled back, clumsily sitting on the ground to allow the others to recompose themselves.
“I could get used to this sort of welcome”, muttered Cynric, giving her hair one last stroke before he moved away to tuck himself in. She couldn’t see the others, but she could only suppose they were putting their clothes back on, at least until someone pressed a scrap of cloth in her hand, something for which she was grateful.
“We’ll see. If I’m ever in the right mood again, I’ll certainly let you guys know.” Joie stuck her tongue at them as she tried hard to get the semen off her eyelashes, with only one eye open. This damned stuff is so hard to get rid of. Still, she had to admit it was absolutely worth it. She’d certainly find her way into their beds again in the future, although she wasn’t sure that sort of group encounter was something she’d be able to keep up with. Especially if she didn’t get them to drink heavily in order to make them last less; her adventurous wanders left her muscles aching, to add that to the many causes of her fatigue didn’t seem like a good idea. Gods dammit, I’m so exhausted I could just drop here and fall asleep… I really need a house. With a bed.
Vipir, already dressed, was starting to collect their things, leering at her with great interest as he took in her naked forms and the way their climax dripped off them. “Poor Brynjolf, though.” Joie eyed him questioningly once she heard his words, puzzled, as she kept cleaning up, but he offered no other explanation than a grin.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Giggles, you spend the biggest part of the day eyefucking each other and acting like a twelve years old and his first sweetheart, then you end up getting bent over and stuffed by the three of us. Someone might get offended, sooner or later.”
“Touchy subject, Vipir…” Thrynn laughed out loud, clearly speaking from experience, as he finished getting dressed, leaning back to observe them with interest, and Cynric just snickered, shaking his head, sitting on a training chest as he waited for them to finish.
She let out an annoyed snort, as she started to put on a pair of clean pants, to save herself some time. “That’s really none of your business. Or anyone else’s. I’m a free woman, I have no boundaries to anyone”, she stated, returning to rubbing the cum off her breasts with renewed force, the cloth by now so soaked it could only make a bigger mess. “And neither me nor him act like twelve years olds discovering boners and breasts. He’s my mentor, and that’s all there is to it.”
Sharing is fun [part 9]
That one, she’d definitely give another try. Maybe another day, though. She was tired enough.
When he spilled all over her face, having purposefully pulled back from her mouth at the very last moment, she twisted her hips against Thrynn’s hand, a brief, intense orgasm making her utter a low, husky moan, her eyes closed to avoid getting any of the sticky substance inside. The thick strings of cum were dripping over her lips, now, and she uttered a sigh, her tongue coming out to stroke the tip of his cock almost lovingly before she pulled back, clumsily sitting on the ground to allow the others to recompose themselves.
“I could get used to this sort of welcome”, muttered Cynric, giving her hair one last stroke before he moved away to tuck himself in. She couldn’t see the others, but she could only suppose they were putting their clothes back on, at least until someone pressed a scrap of cloth in her hand, something for which she was grateful.
“We’ll see. If I’m ever in the right mood again, I’ll certainly let you guys know.” Joie stuck her tongue at them as she tried hard to get the semen off her eyelashes, with only one eye open. This damned stuff is so hard to get rid of. Still, she had to admit it was absolutely worth it. She’d certainly find her way into their beds again in the future, although she wasn’t sure that sort of group encounter was something she’d be able to keep up with. Especially if she didn’t get them to drink heavily in order to make them last less; her adventurous wanders left her muscles aching, to add that to the many causes of her fatigue didn’t seem like a good idea. Gods dammit, I’m so exhausted I could just drop here and fall asleep… I really need a house. With a bed.
Vipir, already dressed, was starting to collect their things, leering at her with great interest as he took in her naked forms and the way their climax dripped off them. “Poor Brynjolf, though.” Joie eyed him questioningly once she heard his words, puzzled, as she kept cleaning up, but he offered no other explanation than a grin.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Giggles, you spend the biggest part of the day eyefucking each other and acting like a twelve years old and his first sweetheart, then you end up getting bent over and stuffed by the three of us. Someone might get offended, sooner or later.”
“Touchy subject, Vipir…” Thrynn laughed out loud, clearly speaking from experience, as he finished getting dressed, leaning back to observe them with interest, and Cynric just snickered, shaking his head, sitting on a training chest as he waited for them to finish.
She let out an annoyed snort, as she started to put on a pair of clean pants, to save herself some time. “That’s really none of your business. Or anyone else’s. I’m a free woman, I have no boundaries to anyone”, she stated, returning to rubbing the cum off her breasts with renewed force, the cloth by now so soaked it could only make a bigger mess. “And neither me nor him act like twelve years olds discovering boners and breasts. He’s my mentor, and that’s all there is to it.”