We took our time. I lay on my back; she straddled me, lowering herself slowly onto my cock until I was buried deep. Her breath hitched. Mark moved behind her, pressing gently against her already full entrance. She tensed for a second, then relaxed as he eased in—inch by careful inch. The stretch made her cry out softly, a sound of pure overwhelmed pleasure. Our cocks pressed together inside her, separated only by her tight, pulsing heat. We moved in slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting her set the pace. She rocked between us, eyes half-closed, mouth open in silent gasps.
It built gradually. Her shyness gave way to raw need—she began to move faster, chasing the friction, the fullness. I sucked her nipples. When she came, it was quiet but intense: a long, trembling shudder, her pussy clenching hard around us both, flooding us both. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes—not from pain, but from the sheer intensity.
Afterward she wanted more. She guided Mark onto his back and straddled his face, lowering herself carefully so his tongue could reach her swollen clit. She faced me, cheeks flushed, and bent to take me in her mouth again. She sucked slowly, lovingly, eyes locked on mine. I could see how much she loved being the centre of this attention, even if it still made her blush.
When she couldn’t wait any longer, she slid down Mark’s body and took him inside her again—her pussy still soaking with her own release. I moved behind her, pressing in alongside him once more. Double vaginal again, slower this time, savouring every sensation. She buried her face in Mark’s neck, moaning softly against his skin as we filled her completely.
I came first—deep inside her, pulsing hard, adding to the wet heat. She whimpered at the feeling, then tightened around us both as another small orgasm rolled through her. Mark followed moments later, groaning low as he emptied into her, our cum mixing, spilling out around us when he finally eased back.
We collapsed together, Cheryl in the middle. She curled against my chest, one leg draped over Mark’s, her breathing still uneven. She didn’t speak for a long minute—just traced lazy patterns on my skin with her fingertips.
“well done boys,” she whispered eventually, with a smirk. “Both of you.”
I kissed her forehead. Mark brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, got dressed and left us cuddling into the night.
Forgot the sex under-blanket again so we fall asleep on a soggy mattress again.
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