Mine

Part 20 passion

The sight of Clara riding Thomas was almost too much to handle, Rachel's body responding to their shared passion. Clara's breasts bounced with each movement, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Rachel felt a fresh wave of desire wash over her, her bound body begging for release. Clara's eyes met Rachel's, a silent question in them. Rachel nodded, her voice a whisper. "Please," she begged. Clara's smile was like a knife, sharp and exhilarating.

Thomas's eyes never left Rachel's as Clara reached down, her hand sliding between Rachel's legs. Rachel's body arched up, her muscles straining against the ropes. Clara's touch was like fire, each stroke of her fingers sending Rachel spiraling closer to the edge. Rachel felt Thomas's grip tighten on her hand, his own need evident in the tension of his body. Rachel's eyes never left Clara's, her trust in her friend unshakeable.

Clara's movements grew more urgent, her hips slamming down on Thomas's cock as Rachel felt her own orgasm approaching. Rachel's eyes never left Clara's, her own body responding to the raw passion on display. Rachel felt a strange mix of emotions—arousal, jealousy, and a deep, primal need to be part of this intimate dance. Clara's moans grew louder, her body a blur of pleasure and desire. Rachel watched, her own body trembling with need, as Clara reached her peak, her muscles tightening around Thomas.

Thomas's grip on Clara's hips tightened, his movements becoming more forceful as he watched Rachel's bound form, her eyes glued to the erotic scene unfolding above her. Rachel felt a fresh wave of desire as Clara's body began to move faster, her moans echoing through the room. Clara's eyes never left Rachel's, the intensity of their connection a silent promise of more pleasure to come. Rachel felt her own body respond, her bound legs twitching with the need to be free, to be part of the passionate dance between Clara and Thomas.

With a growl, Thomas pulled Clara down, his teeth sinking into her neck. Clara's scream was one of pure pleasure, her body spasming around him. Rachel felt a twinge of jealousy, her own blood singing with the need to feel Thomas's bite. Clara's body grew wetter, her movements frantic as Thomas's cock slammed into her, the sound of their bodies slapping together a symphony of desire. Rachel watched, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Clara's orgasm built, her body tightening around Thomas.

Thomas's eyes grew dark with hunger, his strokes becoming more erratic as Clara's moans grew louder. Rachel felt her own body respond, her clit pulsing with each movement of Clara's hips. She wanted to touch herself, to ease the ache that had taken root deep within her, but the ropes held her firm. Clara's eyes grew wide, her breath hitching as Thomas reached down, his thumb sliding over Rachel's clit. Rachel's body jerked, the sensation of his touch through Clara's fingers almost too much to bear.

The moment Clara's climax hit, Rachel felt it, her own body spasming with the force of Clara's release. Clara's body went limp, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. Rachel felt the warmth of Clara's orgasm, the bond between them growing stronger. Thomas's eyes never left Rachel's, his own desire a living, breathing entity in the room. Rachel's eyes widened as Clara slid off of him, her legs shaky as she moved to Rachel's side. Clara's hand reached for Rachel's cheek, her eyes filled with a fierce love. "It's your turn," Clara whispered, her voice a seductive promise. Rachel felt her heart race, the anticipation almost unbearable. Clara's hand slid down Rachel's body, her fingertips tracing the line of the ropes that bound her. Rachel's breath hitched as Clara leaned in, her teeth grazing Rachel's neck. Rachel felt the sharp sting of Clara's bite, the pain melding with the pleasure of Thomas's touch.