Chapter 27

One More mouthful

The hotel room was warm up and hush in the early morning light, just the faint hum of the city beyond the pall. Ayla woke up tangled in the sheet of paper, Tommy's arm heavy around her waist, his intimation warm against the spine of her neck opening. She felt him before she even turned, that boring, otiose insensibility pressed to her ass under the cover, so thick and warmly it made her thighs squeeze together before her mind caught up.

She didn't move at first, just lay there, biting her lip as that sweetened ache pulsed low in her stomach. She rolled her hips back, just a little, testing him, and she felt him twinge against her, that low rumbling in his thorax that made her grin into the pillow.

"You keep doing that,"he murmured, voice rough with nap, his nose brushing her hair."I'm gon na guess you want more."

Ayla let out a shy laugh, soft and ethereal, but she didn't deny it. She peeked over her shoulder, heart still half-dreamy, then let her gaze dip to the schema of him under the sheet, thick and heavy and hers. Her breath caught, cheeks blooming pink.

Tommy's lips brushed her ear, his paw sliding down to cup her ass."You want to cod it, pretty girl… or do you require to be my mussy slight angel again ?"

That made her joke again, breathless and nervous, melting into a whimper when his hand squeezed. She didn't answer with Bible, just wriggled out from under him, crawling down the bed on her elbow joint until she was between his wooden leg, hair spilling natural state around her shoulders.

She wrapped her petite fingerbreadth around him, so duncish in her hand it looked almost obscene, and gave him a slow, shy stroke that made his hips rise off the bed. Her eyes flicked up, encompassing and glassy, then dropped back down to watch the way his cock twitched in her medallion. She leaned in, natural language flicking out to try him, a voiced moan humming from her lips.

She sucked him slacken, messy, her breathing time catching every time he groaned for her. And when he was close, when his paw fisted in her hair and his vocalization dropped to a growl, Ayla pulled off with a playful footling laugh and scrambled up onto her knees. She pressed her tits together, tilted her sweet, flushed brass up to him, eyes so indulgent and wicked at the same time.

"Do it, baby,"she whispered."Mess me up."

His phone was already in his destitute mitt, that wicked, lofty smirk tugging at his back talk as he hit record. Just five moment, shaky and raw : Ayla's laugh, her parted rim, her centre rolling up as thick, hot circle painted her somewhat impertinence, her Kuki, her forehead. She squealed when it hit her lips, her jest breaking into a delicate, pulseless moan as she dragged his tool across her tongue.

When it was done, Tommy tucked his phone away and brushed his thumb over her mussy mouth."You look so fucking pretty like this,"he murmured.

Ayla just let out a stun little laugh, her fingers smearing the mickle across her flushed cheeks like she wanted to hold it forever.

They cleaned up together, all shy tactile sensation and warm chuckles, then lay tangled for a while longer, legs brushing, her nous on his thorax. When they finally said good-by, him driving one way, her back to her campus, Ayla felt like the entirely world had changed inside her.

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backbone in her dorm building, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face. She practically skipped down the hall, her phone clutched to her chest. When Jess opened her door, she took one look at Ayla's flushed cheeks and that giddy, wrecked flavour in her eyes and collapse out laughing.

"Oh girl, I know that expression,"Jess teased, pulling her inside by the wrist."Come on. Spill it."

Ayla flopped onto Jess's bed, face buried in her hands, laughter bubbling so intemperately her shoulders shook."It was… so safe,"she breathed out, peeking up with wide eyes.

Jess perched beside her, grin wicked."Yeah ? How unspoilt ?"

Ayla's impudence flamed. She fumbled with her phone, thumb hovering."I didn't think I'd love… watching myself. But I've watched it like… a dozen times already."

Jess's eyes went wide."No way. You have a clip ?"

Ayla squealed, hiding her case in Jess's articulatio humeri, then peeked out and handed over her earphone. Jess hit play. The tiny clip glowed on the screenland : Ayla on her knees, smiling as cum dripped down her Chin, middle half-closed in that soft, fucked-out daze.

"Oh my god,"Jess breathed, laughing so hard she nearly dropped the phone."Look at you ! Ayla, that's so hot. That's a messy face but damn, it's pretty on you."

Ayla squeaked, hiding her fount again, but the warmth blooming in her pectus was impossible to hide.

"God, we have to forebode Katherine,"Jess said, already tapping the silver screen. The video recording telephone call popped up, Katherine in bed, hair loose, a wine field glass in hand, eyes narrowing with that wicked glint.

"Well ?"Katherine purred, brow cocked."How are my girls doing ?"

Ayla hid behind Jess's articulatio humeri. Jess shoved the phone closer."look at this."

Katherine watched the clip, a dull grin spreading across her lips."Oh wow. That's… that's fucking hot. That's a messy face, but it looks gorgeous on you, baby."

Ayla peeked out, her whole body tingling at the way Katherine said it, like it was a crown she'd earned.

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The screen went dark when Katherine hung up, Ayla still laughing under her breathing place as she tucked her phone into her lap. Her face was flushed pink, her legs pressed tight together like she couldn't calm the throbbing between her thighs.

Jess stretched out beside her on the bed, hair spilling over her pillow, a lazy grin spreading across her nerve."God, you look so fucking cute right now,"she teased, voice low and sticky."Bet you'd do it again tomorrow if Tommy asked."

Ayla just hid her cheek in her hands, laughing softly."Stop…"

The dorm door clicked unfold. Kate stepped inside like she owned the place, tossing her bag to the level. Her brow arched at the sight of Jess spread out on the bed, Ayla flushed beside her like she'd been caught mid-sin.

Jess didn't give her a second to ask. She sprawled wider, pussy glistening in the low Light."Hey Kate. I'm drippage. Get your ass over here and eat me."

Kate dropped to her knees like she'd been waiting all day for the command. She crawled up the mattress and buried her human face between Jess's thigh. The wet suction of her tongue filled the elbow room, soggy and shameless, the kind of disturbance that made Ayla's pulse skip.

"God yes,"Jess groaned, grinding her pelvic girdle into Kate's mouth."Eat that pussy like it's your whole fucking job."Her digit knotted in Kate's hair, yanking her finisher."Slut lingua. That's it. You near make me cum hard."

Ayla's thighs pressed together as she watched, but Jess turned her headspring, caught her trembling stare, and smirked.

"See what a practiced cunt she is ?"Jess taunted, then gasped when Kate's knife flicked just right."Fuck… she's desperate to please me. Never gets this pussy wet unless she's begging."Jess's voice broke on a groan, her rose hip rolling hard."Don't period, Kate. Make me force out on your nerve. examine you're cypher but my pussy-licking toy."

Kate whined into Jess's slit, her face slick and shining. The more Jess cursed and tugged her tomentum, the harder Kate worked, sucking clit and sliding her tongue deep.

"tinker's dam, turd, I'm cumming,"Jess gasped, voice ragged. She arched up, her thighs clamping tight around Kate's head."Ohhh fuck. charter it. drink it, bitch. Swallow every drop."

Kate moaned into her, grinding herself on the mattress as Jess's orgasm tore through her, cunt flooding Kate's mouth. Jess collapsed back against the pillows, hair sticking to her damp face, laughing breathlessly."dependable whore. Knew you'd take me gush."

She licked her lips, oculus locking on Ayla like a predator."Now, baby daughter, your twist. Lay back."

Ayla obeyed, body already shaking with need. Jess slid down, tugging Ayla's panty aside. But when Kate tried to pursue, eager to help, Ayla's voice snapped sharp.

"No, slut. You don't touch this pussy."Her mitt shot out, pointing at Kate, her tone palpitation with raw might."You kneel. You watch while Jess eats what you'll never taste."

Kate's breather hitched, center glassy with humiliation as she knelt, second joint parted, face flushed.

Ayla dipped two fingers into her own slick, slow and dirty, before shoving them toward Kate's brim."This is all you get. work it clean."

Kate sucked them in, moaning around Ayla's fingers like it was salvation. Ayla laughed, dragging her quarter round across Kate's cheek."Good little cuck. Stay there. sentry while she makes me cum so hard my pussy floods her tongue."

Jess's mouth sealed on Ayla's clit, hot and relentless. Ayla's hips bucked, her hand gripping Jess's haircloth."Yes, Jess… oh piece of tail, suck it, child. Make her watch… make her picket every second…"

Kate whimpered, thighs trembling as she rubbed herself, too despairing to stay still, tears shining in her oculus from the ache of being denied.

Ayla's climax ripped through her, thighs shaking, cunt clenching on Jess's tongue as she cried out,"Ohhh screw, I'm cumming. She'll never taste this. Only you, Jess, only you."

Jess pulled back with her Kuki dripping, licking her lips like she'd just devoured something forbidden. Kate stared, wrecked, humiliated, dripping down her thigh, denied and ruined.

Ayla leaned up, smirking, slip fingers dragging across Kate's lips and impertinence."That's all you'll ever get, bitch. Secondhand sweetness."

Ayla lay back on her bed, still strong, still flushed, the gustatory sensation of herself lingering on her finger's breadth. Her earphone glowed softly on her tummy, screen open to Tommy's name. She hovered for a secondment, thumb shaking with agitation, cheeks hot, heart racing from everything that had just happened.

Her digit found their courage.

Ayla-

Miss you already. Can you come muddle my boldness up for me again this weekend ? Jess wants to watch. Maybe she'll film too.

She hit send, a easygoing laugh escaping as she bit her lip, the audio low and breathy. Her whole dead body hummed, a slow, delicious thrum of wish and memory. She already knew she'd be dripping for him by Friday.

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outpouring didn't drift, it spiraled. After that messy dorm dark, Ayla spent every spare weekend tangled up with Tommy and Jess, slipping away from her campus to fuck in hotel rooms, in Katherine's big invitee chamber, even once in the backseat of Tommy's car with Jess moaning beside them. She bloomed in it, shy fille gone gratifying and savage when she rode, always begging Tommy for his cum, always wanting more.

Jess made it her personal missionary work to groom her, bemire talk of the town whispered in her ear while she sucked tool, soft confessions that turned to sharper one when Jess pushed her mouth to say them out loud. Sometimes she'd ready Ayla straddle Tommy right in nominal head of the mirror and say whose pussy is this while Katherine watched, smirking with that big-sister pride.

By late Apr, Ayla didn't even blush when cum splashed her case. She'd giggle, rub it in, and demonstrate off for whoever was watching. Tommy loved it, that dessert shy looking at she'd get just before she slipped into that filthy enchantment. Katherine loved it more, watching her sister girl learn how to demand it, how to be seen.

So when May rolled around and Katherine said Mirror Room, everyone knew it was time. One dark. A bulwark of glass. Big cocks, dirty young woman, and Ayla dead-center, the prettiest mountain they'd ever make together.

This was what she'd been waiting for .