Silver And Black And White update

Sable hotly wrapped her lips around Felicia’s nipple, sucking until she could no longer keep herself from running her long tongue over those famous breasts, polishing them with her shining saliva, then kissing the twin nipples once more, puckered lips softly nursing. Felicia smoothed Sable’s sweaty white hair away from her forehead. She reached down Sable’s slender body until she’d reached her groin, where her fingers fondled their way through the soft fleece of Sable’s pubic hair. Her fingertips slid along the lips of Sable’s pussy, stroking, teasing, providing the perfect counterpoint to the blistering heat of Peter slamming himself into her quivering hole.

Sable circled her hips, as if whipping herself into a whirlpool around Peter’s driving cock. No matter how good it felt, it wasn’t enough. She wanted his cum. His balls were smacking against her ass, taunting her with their fullness. She wanted all that goddamn seed inside of her, but he was staying hard, and she loved that too. She loved how long he was fucking her but she wanted to love how he shot her full of cum. 

Felicia laid her middle finger lengthwise along Peter’s pumping cock before sliding her fingertip up his shaft, between Sable’s pussy lips, into her clit. Sable’s ass clenched, her hips bolting upward into the caresses of both Peter and Felicia. Her wetness ran over Felicia’s finger and Peter’s plunging member, her clitoris sparking with frenzied happiness. Peter’s cock was lathered with her arousal, the smell filling the room. It didn’t stop. Peter slid into her, retracted, jammed himself back in, pulled out, all while Felicia kept the pad of her finger grinding against Sable’s clitoris. 

Sable was berserk with lust. She needed Peter’s throbbing, thrusting prick as much as she needed Felicia’s finger right where it was touching her. The hard beat of Peter’s hot blood was driving her wild as Peter lodged himself inside her cunt, then she’d swirl her hips wildly as her clit buzzed against Felicia’s finger—grinding, grinding, grinding on her clit, making it more tender with each moment. Her body quivered and shook, frantic, needing. Peter’s dick was full of cum and it burned inside him—Sable could feel it in her slippery cunt, wanting to give everything to her… she wanted it… she wanted it all…

“I’m gonnnaa cooooome!” she shrieked, her lips popping wetly off of Felicia’s nipple. 

Felicia laid back, wrapping her thighs around Sable’s head. Her jaw dropped as Sable began pounding her head against Felicia’s groin. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. “You heard her, Spider,” she purred. “Silver’s about to be polished off. Are you gonna come with her or will you save some cum for this white pussy?”

Peter wasn’t listening to her. He was beyond listening to anything. He drove his cock into Sable hard, fast, his cockhead throbbing with the need to explode. He felt his balls swelling, desperate to be empty, and Sable’s cunt clenching around his manhood, trying to suck it dry.

“HHNNN!” he roared, holding Sable tightly as his cock jerked and spasmed and jolted, the two of them weathering a storm of shared orgasm.

“AAAAAHH!” Sable cried, tearing at his hot flesh, sizzling lines of blood across his back, as if seeking to prove that this god who had given her the best orgasm of her life was truly human.

Felicia appeared behind Peter, running her tongue up the small of his back, tasting sweat and blood. Kissing his ass—lower—his balls, Sable’s splayed cunt around his manhood. His cum the sweetest taste of all under her kisses.

“Mmmmm… are you going to keep that cock inside you all night?” she breathed, green eyes blazing up at Sable. “Or am I going to get a taste?”

Peter grunted, the blood still pounding in his ears too loud to hear Felicia’s sultry tones. Instead, his hips twitched, rocking his prick inside of Sable to dislodge one last hot pearl of his cum.

Sable gaped. He’d just brought her to orgasm once more. She couldn’t believe the blood under her fingernails. This man was no mortal. He was a champion, a chosen one, and he’d half-murdered her with pleasure.

Now she smiled. A lifetime of death and danger, trying to avoid boredom—now she could risk her life with every night spent in bed. Who said married life had to be boring?