Get Back To Work

Tori’s trip to Paris stretched past schedule, and she wanted payment in skin. She had already broken her rule once on this run, and twice felt even better. Misha lay face-down on the bed, black hair across the pillow, the hair between her legs dark and thick. Nacho knelt behind her. He worked two fingers into her ass, slow, deliberate, opening her while his tongue stayed busy lower down. The room smelled like sweat and the oil he kept slicking over her. Tori watched from the armchair, legs spread, two fingers circling her own clit. She did not hurry. She watched the way Misha’s back arched when Nacho added a third finger, watched the muscles in his forearm flex. When he pulled those fingers free they glistened, and Misha turned at once, mouth open, taking them straight onto her tongue. She sucked them clean without breaking eye contact. Nacho smiled once, then fed her his cock while the same fingers went back to work between her cheeks. Tori stayed where she was, breathing through her teeth, adding pressure to her clit each time Misha gagged. The bed creaked under steady thrusts. Oil ran down Misha’s thighs. Tori’s chest rose and fell faster now, but she did not move closer. Not yet.