Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Atticus ~68~

Long one! Keep both hands on the phone horny bitches.

Warning: Deep-throat, oral sex, penetration (fingering), double penetration (Receiving and giving), temperature play, daddy, sir, edging, praise, overstimulation, squirting, facials.

I stood at the doorway, watching Zachary eat Brooklyn's sweet cunt. She was arching into him like a cat. Her hair fell all around her like a halo, making her look even more gorgeous. She was wearing Zachary's shirt, which made me frown in confusion seeing as though we had left the house while she was wearing shorts and a tank top. Both were lying on Zach's floor.

When she noticed us, she tried to get away from Zachary's tongue. I smirk softly and lean against the wall beside Callan, watching her closely. Zachary brought her to another orgasm before pulling away and blowing air on her soaked cunt. I walk out of the room and go to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with ice. Then I get a Gatorade for Brooklyn. Callan appears behind me and pulls out a chocolate bar, giving me a look.

I shake my head softly and smirk.

We walk back to the room, seeing Brooklyn on the floor on her knees. She was panting, her hands in Zachary's as her head hung low. The sight was one I could never forget. He was standing between her spread thighs, his hands gently holding hers up.

He looks at us, his eyes scanning over the objects. His eyes landed on the glass of ice I held, smiling softly before his eyes flicked to the chocolate Callan was holding. He lets Brooklyn's hands drop, making her look up at him with pitiful eyes.

"Do you allow all three of us to play with you today?" Zachary asks, making her eyes fall on us. She smiles softly and nods. Zachary grabs her face and forces her to look up at him. "Use your words, pretty girl. Let me hear your pretty voice."

"Yes, sir." She whispers, batting her eyelashes at him innocently. She shifts slightly to accommodate the burn in her thighs. I walk over to her, petting her hair gently.

"Eyes down." I order, making her drop her eyes. I continued to pet her hair, my other hand pressed the glass of ice to her cheek, making her flinch from the unexpected temperature. "You gonna leave that shirt on?"

"Is that alright?" She whispers, keeping her eyes down. I click my tongue and nod, continuing to pet her hair.

"Of course it is. Look up at me for a moment." I say, tucking my finger under her chin and lifting her face. "Let's go over a few more things from that list, yeah?"

She looks at me confused for a moment. I crouch, leveling our height. I take an ice cube out of the glass, pressing it against her lips. She opens her mouth and lets me place the cube on her tongue, watching it melt against her warm tongue.

"Same system. Traffic lights." I say, tilting her chin up a little more as the water from the ice starts to drip from her chin.

"Temperature play is a yes already, isn't it, my sweet thing?" Callan hummed. Brooklyn smiles cheekily, swallowing the melted ice and then leaning forward to kiss me. I groan at the contrast between our hot and cold lips. The little minx took it upon herself to come out of her presenting form and wrap her arms around my shoulders to deepen the kiss.

I stand with her clinging onto me, tossing her onto the bed. Callan walks over as I step away, grabbing her ankles and yanking her closer to the edge of the bed.

"You, you are gonna get yourself spanked." He said lowly, leaning down and kissing her clothed stomach. He kisses down to her thighs and then spreads her legs, kissing her cunt. I hold out the glass of ice, letting him take one and place it in his mouth before lowering himself again. He drags the ice along her thighs with his lips.