Blue Dress

Instead of moving on toward my goal, I felt my hand mingling with Blue Dress’ and the intimacy of intertwined digits, we felt a connection. From Stephany’s breasts we lifted our heads to each other and passionately kissed.

It instantly became a common connection from that moment between us that we would together collaborate to bring Stephany to ultimate sexual pleasure. Nothing was more important.

The next moments, minutes, hours, years, centuries, time was irrelevant, was spent with Blue Dress, focussing our attention on bringing pleasure to Stephany.

At one moment it was Blue Dress licking and sucking on her clit, bringing her one orgasm after another. At the next, it was Blue Dress impaled atop of my hard cock, slowly riding me while she sucked on Stephany’s nipples.

Then, it was Blue Dress stimulating Stephany’s clit while I was deeply impaled into Stephany’s wet cunt, sliding in and out at a speed that brought her orgasm after orgasm.

Stephany lay on the bed with the smile of ecstasy that I know well to be the experience of sexual satisfaction. I looked at Blue Dress and saw the unsatisfied lust in her eyes.