***Harry held onto Jill with both arms as he began to roll his hips, pushing his penis as deeply into her as he could, before dragging himself out of her wet pussy. The stimulation was intensified as Louis flicked his tongue over her clit again, then feasted in earnest. Sucking, to draw the small mound of nerves to a peak, then flattening them, repeat, repeat...
She tried to speak, but everything came out jumbled. Half-formed words blended with heavy breaths and guttural utterances. Jillian could get no purchase other than to clench her fists full of hair and flesh. The pressure at the base of her spinal cord spread into the muscles throughout her vagina. The buzzing paradox of feelings was confusing; her body strained as it wound more tightly and yet was about to let go of everything.
Harry spoke quietly. The control in his voice wavered, "Louis, I can feel her about to lose it. Go hard for her."
Louis' nod was for Harry. Jillian was too far under their spell to notice, though she felt Louis strong arms move over her thighs and slide under Harry's. She heard Harry grunt when Louis pulled the three of them more tightly together. Then her breath hitched hard, reactivating on a long, low, and rising scream. A skip in time occurred. In the same moment that she felt her physical body bow back into the man behind her, Jill also experienced something like the light and stars from the core of her body shooting forward to escape in a shattering orgasm.
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the chase
FanfictionA fast moving, hard driving, no desires left behind, pursuit of a woman and satisfaction. Back in town after months of travel, 24 year old Jillian McGuire tries to outrun the unwanted attention of a car full of strangers. Who knew that when she lo...