Three's Company {Eugene/Rapunzel/OFC} {2/4}afterandalasiaJanuary 16 2014, 16:07:01 UTC
For a reply, Rose only chuckled, and finally ran her tongue over the cleft of Rapunzel's cunt, slowly and langourously. Rapunzel gave a pleasurable squirm, trying to wriggle closer, but Rose placed firm hands on her thighs to hold her still and made tickling movements with her tongue.
"You tease!"
"Of course," said Rose, looking up coyly. Her eyes glittered with mischief. She was quite the prettiest lady-in-waiting that Rapunzel had ever seen, with her petal-pink lips and high cheekbones, her fine brows and, of course, the almost silver-blonde curls of her hair. It was the innocence of her looks contrasted with the filthy mind beneath, though, that had so surprised Rapunzel.
Rose held Rapunzel's gaze for a long, teasing moment, then finally looked down and bowed her head to press her lips to skin. The tip of her tongue traced over the lips of Rapunzel's pussy, then Rose slipped up a hand to part them with her fingers and let her tongue stray deeper. She had quite the love, Rapunzel had found, for cunt; their own playing had started when Rapunzel had walked in to find Rose's head buried beneath another woman's skirts and the woman helpless with lust.
Now Rose's lips shifted, surrounding Rapunzel's clit and sucking gently, drawing it out with slow strokes of her tongue. It never failed to send shivers of pleasure through her, stronger with each lave, warmth coming in flashes through her. Her toes curled as Rose leant in harder, more forceful with her touches, fingers just toying with her entrance to make her tilt her hips more. Rapunzel put one hand over her mouth to hold back the gasps that filled her throat, feeling heat pool between her thighs, wanting, needing--
Eugene whistled as he jogged up the stairs to Rapunzel's room. He hadn't been so sure about the tower, but apparently she had still wanted the view. He undid the buttons on the cuff of his jacket, having to wrestle with them a bit. Gold. Or at least gilt. Two or three years ago, that would have been the stuff of his dreams, but now the buttons were just a small part of life. And nowhere near the best part.
That part was at the top of the stairs. Flynn Rider would have balked at the thought of being engaged. Eugene was just looking forward for the wedding.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped, hand not quite touching the doorknob. From within Rapunzel's room came the sound of shifting fabric, of heavy breathing.
Oh. Maybe that was why Rapunzel had wanted some time alone. Smirking, Flynn quickly unbuttoned the front of his jacket, then turned the handle of the door very quietly. Rapunzel could make too good a view for him to want to disturb her.
He did not get the view that he expected.
Rapunzel was indeed lying on the bed, gloriously naked, her head thrown back and one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Her legs were spread, breasts heaving with each breath, hair tousled.
And one of her ladies-in-waiting was on her hands and knees with her head buried between Rapunzel's thighs.
"Hey!" said Eugene. It was meant to be angry but came out sounding rather more indignant. Both women jumped apart with yelps, the lady-in-waiting springing up onto her knees and Rapunzel pushing herself up to a seated position. "What the hell?"
"Eugene!" In a tangle of legs, Rapunzel unravelled herself from the other woman and jumped to her feet. Oh, but she was glorious. Even with her clothes on, she was beautiful, but there was something about her when she was bare, something about how utterly unaffected and without shame it was, which made her almost unbearable. The sight of her managed to go straight to Eugene's cock, and the fact that there was another attractive, naked woman in the room wasn't hurting either. "I wasn't expecting you!"
The girl on the bed scrambled for one of the blankets, holding it up to cover herself. Eugene tried not to look too much, although the coy gesture looked more sexual than Rapunzel's blythe saunter.
"I can see that," spluttered Eugene. "Just... what the hell? You were having sex with another woman!"
"You tease!"
"Of course," said Rose, looking up coyly. Her eyes glittered with mischief. She was quite the prettiest lady-in-waiting that Rapunzel had ever seen, with her petal-pink lips and high cheekbones, her fine brows and, of course, the almost silver-blonde curls of her hair. It was the innocence of her looks contrasted with the filthy mind beneath, though, that had so surprised Rapunzel.
Rose held Rapunzel's gaze for a long, teasing moment, then finally looked down and bowed her head to press her lips to skin. The tip of her tongue traced over the lips of Rapunzel's pussy, then Rose slipped up a hand to part them with her fingers and let her tongue stray deeper. She had quite the love, Rapunzel had found, for cunt; their own playing had started when Rapunzel had walked in to find Rose's head buried beneath another woman's skirts and the woman helpless with lust.
Now Rose's lips shifted, surrounding Rapunzel's clit and sucking gently, drawing it out with slow strokes of her tongue. It never failed to send shivers of pleasure through her, stronger with each lave, warmth coming in flashes through her. Her toes curled as Rose leant in harder, more forceful with her touches, fingers just toying with her entrance to make her tilt her hips more. Rapunzel put one hand over her mouth to hold back the gasps that filled her throat, feeling heat pool between her thighs, wanting, needing--
Eugene whistled as he jogged up the stairs to Rapunzel's room. He hadn't been so sure about the tower, but apparently she had still wanted the view. He undid the buttons on the cuff of his jacket, having to wrestle with them a bit. Gold. Or at least gilt. Two or three years ago, that would have been the stuff of his dreams, but now the buttons were just a small part of life. And nowhere near the best part.
That part was at the top of the stairs. Flynn Rider would have balked at the thought of being engaged. Eugene was just looking forward for the wedding.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he stopped, hand not quite touching the doorknob. From within Rapunzel's room came the sound of shifting fabric, of heavy breathing.
Oh. Maybe that was why Rapunzel had wanted some time alone. Smirking, Flynn quickly unbuttoned the front of his jacket, then turned the handle of the door very quietly. Rapunzel could make too good a view for him to want to disturb her.
He did not get the view that he expected.
Rapunzel was indeed lying on the bed, gloriously naked, her head thrown back and one hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. Her legs were spread, breasts heaving with each breath, hair tousled.
And one of her ladies-in-waiting was on her hands and knees with her head buried between Rapunzel's thighs.
"Hey!" said Eugene. It was meant to be angry but came out sounding rather more indignant. Both women jumped apart with yelps, the lady-in-waiting springing up onto her knees and Rapunzel pushing herself up to a seated position. "What the hell?"
"Eugene!" In a tangle of legs, Rapunzel unravelled herself from the other woman and jumped to her feet. Oh, but she was glorious. Even with her clothes on, she was beautiful, but there was something about her when she was bare, something about how utterly unaffected and without shame it was, which made her almost unbearable. The sight of her managed to go straight to Eugene's cock, and the fact that there was another attractive, naked woman in the room wasn't hurting either. "I wasn't expecting you!"
The girl on the bed scrambled for one of the blankets, holding it up to cover herself. Eugene tried not to look too much, although the coy gesture looked more sexual than Rapunzel's blythe saunter.
"I can see that," spluttered Eugene. "Just... what the hell? You were having sex with another woman!"
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