Bad Friends Threeway (5/?)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:16:45 UTC
But she didn't mind; if it was them fucking her, it would be love. Because truly, the three had a bond, one unlike any they had ever seen. And as the Frenchman grasped at her body- tweaking and twisting the most sensitive places up and down her torso- the Spaniard sat back, letting the blonde cause the friction he desired without the effort, elbows supporting the weight of the trio.
Deciding that this stimulation might not be enough for the brunet, Prussia reached around-not lost enough in the pleasure to lose her sense, she warmed the lube (obtaining it to no one's notice) with one hand.
After a particularly deep thrust in her rear, making the Frenchman bury himself balls-deep, the Prussian lurched forward, hooking one finger inside of the former conquistador.
He hadn't been expecting that; the man's eyes widened, teeth gritting. "You may be a little too excited, si?"
Twirling the first around, the Prussian put another in. "It's too fucking tight.. next time, I'm fucking bringing my strap-on."
"But we promised to do the dominatrix for your birthday, oui?" France tucked his head into her shoulder, smiling perversely. "Can it not wait until then..?"
"You still owe me for halloween.." Prussia buried her face in Spain's neck, kissing, sucking, claiming it. Then added another finger, opening the ring of muscles. He may not be the fuckee, but he sure as hell wasn't being the best fucker.
"You can have us for a week, if you can handle it." Spain crooned, tipping the three so that he was the uttermost top. Taking this to her advantage, the silverette explored, until finding another set of muscles. Upon contact, Spain bit his lip, a gurgled moan coming out from him. "You fight dirty.."
"Only when it calls for my awesome skills~" She whispered, pulling him into another kiss. Eating his moans, from hitting, re-hitting those nerves, she felt a throb inside of her. A moan from behind, another throb, and then the Spaniard began moving, picking up his pace.
Bad Friends Threeway (6/6)
anonymous
March 12 2011, 16:18:49 UTC
France, ever hungry for lives sweetest reward, did the same, realizing that this would be over soon.
The movement was well-timed, nearly in unison. Prussia kept her moans low, not wanting to let anyone but France and Spain hear her. The only reason she even let them out was to spur her lovers on, letting them know that yes, this did feel good. Yes, she did want this, more than they could know. And the one thing, the one she didn't want to speak of; it was unspoken, but she still didn't want to fucking say it.
"Ich.." She wasn't a sentimental fool, but she could never not say it.. because it was the truth. I na small, breathy moan, she whispered, "Ich liebe dich.." All of her inner walls clenched against her command, toes curling, holding the , her orgasm coming with haggard, rapid breaths.
Feeling the nations harden, and finally come into her; whispering words of love, promising totems of their feelings, their cum coated her insides, sweat soaked bodies flopping on their sides- so as not to squish either male- their arms wrapped around her, gently.
They pulled out, leaving an empty feeling to rest inside of her entrances. She could feel their warm essence squicking around, trying to leak out. Knowing it'd be easier to clean herself in the morning, she tightened her muscles as best she cold- fuck the sheets, she had to do laundry.
The Prussian buried her face in Spain's chest, not blushing at all. Especially as a warm cover slipped over her, care given so feverantly, knowing she would be sore from their activities. Love applied freely, as she drifted off to sleep, thinking she was so fucking awesome for bagging these two.
Fillernon fails at live, ne? Crappy smut is crappy and alte, but she hopes op enjoyed it anyway.. ;= 7=
Deciding that this stimulation might not be enough for the brunet, Prussia reached around-not lost enough in the pleasure to lose her sense, she warmed the lube (obtaining it to no one's notice) with one hand.
After a particularly deep thrust in her rear, making the Frenchman bury himself balls-deep, the Prussian lurched forward, hooking one finger inside of the former conquistador.
He hadn't been expecting that; the man's eyes widened, teeth gritting. "You may be a little too excited, si?"
Twirling the first around, the Prussian put another in. "It's too fucking tight.. next time, I'm fucking bringing my strap-on."
"But we promised to do the dominatrix for your birthday, oui?" France tucked his head into her shoulder, smiling perversely. "Can it not wait until then..?"
"You still owe me for halloween.." Prussia buried her face in Spain's neck, kissing, sucking, claiming it. Then added another finger, opening the ring of muscles. He may not be the fuckee, but he sure as hell wasn't being the best fucker.
"You can have us for a week, if you can handle it." Spain crooned, tipping the three so that he was the uttermost top. Taking this to her advantage, the silverette explored, until finding another set of muscles. Upon contact, Spain bit his lip, a gurgled moan coming out from him. "You fight dirty.."
"Only when it calls for my awesome skills~" She whispered, pulling him into another kiss. Eating his moans, from hitting, re-hitting those nerves, she felt a throb inside of her. A moan from behind, another throb, and then the Spaniard began moving, picking up his pace.
Enough of playtime, was it?
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The movement was well-timed, nearly in unison. Prussia kept her moans low, not wanting to let anyone but France and Spain hear her. The only reason she even let them out was to spur her lovers on, letting them know that yes, this did feel good. Yes, she did want this, more than they could know. And the one thing, the one she didn't want to speak of; it was unspoken, but she still didn't want to fucking say it.
"Ich.." She wasn't a sentimental fool, but she could never not say it.. because it was the truth. I na small, breathy moan, she whispered, "Ich liebe dich.." All of her inner walls clenched against her command, toes curling, holding the , her orgasm coming with haggard, rapid breaths.
Feeling the nations harden, and finally come into her; whispering words of love, promising totems of their feelings, their cum coated her insides, sweat soaked bodies flopping on their sides- so as not to squish either male- their arms wrapped around her, gently.
They pulled out, leaving an empty feeling to rest inside of her entrances. She could feel their warm essence squicking around, trying to leak out. Knowing it'd be easier to clean herself in the morning, she tightened her muscles as best she cold- fuck the sheets, she had to do laundry.
The Prussian buried her face in Spain's chest, not blushing at all. Especially as a warm cover slipped over her, care given so feverantly, knowing she would be sore from their activities. Love applied freely, as she drifted off to sleep, thinking she was so fucking awesome for bagging these two.
Fillernon fails at live, ne? Crappy smut is crappy and alte, but she hopes op enjoyed it anyway.. ;= 7=
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