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~~Author’s Note~

This chapter is 100% sex, just for funsies. Also contains some very minor swinging elements.

~~Samantha~~

Othello was so handsome. Ugh, the thought made her feel so guilty. Jacob was super handsome too! But Othello was the sort of handsome you found on a book cover, standing on a porch of a mansion by a tropical beach, hair blowing in the wind, wine glass in hand, half naked beauty beside him. Even Jacob admitted the man was pretty, too damn pretty. The big muscles, the abs, the long dark dreadlocks, tan skin, and those happy, almost dopey brown eyes. It was all very dreamy and exotic.

Plus, he was a Daeva like her, and every time they met eyes, she knew he knew exactly what went through her Daeva mind.

So, when she’d shown up at the Circle’s cave to see Jacob tonight, she’d come a bit early. She wanted to watch Othello do what he always did whenever she was around: have sex with his beautiful ghoul Madison, and sometimes a couple other ladies too. Did he sit around waiting for Samantha to show up, so he could tempt her? Or maybe he enjoyed Madison’s body twice a night, every night, since even before Samantha was embraced? She didn’t think Othello knew her schedule, so, probably the latter.

She walked up to his alcove, smiled as she found the fur curtain pulled open, and smiled wider as she found Madison and Othello, kissing and fondling, already naked. Othello was just the sort of man who’d only bother with clothes if he had to leave the cave or something, and the sort of man to keep his woman naked whenever he was naked. And Madison happily obeyed.

“Hi Othello. Hi Madison,” she said, and she stopped in the entrance of his alcove.

“Samantha,” Othello said with a small nod.

“Sam! How are you, girl?” Madison’s smile was pleasing and warm, and it relaxed Sam instantly, despite the fact the woman was currently sitting between Othello’s open legs, facing away from him and leaning back into his chest, while the strong man groped and massaged her breasts. Madison had amazing breasts, huge, and they matched her curvy figure really well.

“I’m good! Just came to see Jacob. We were going to stay in, relax, you know.” It took a lot of effort to keep her voice steady, because Othello was looking at her, at her suit, and as he stared with hungry eyes, his hands continued to massage Madison’s body. He was good. Madison was panting lightly, and her nipples were completely swollen. And, after Othello whispered something into her ear, Madison giggled, slid a hand down to her pelvis, spread her legs inside Othello’s, and gently caressed her swollen clitoris.

Was he trying to tempt Sam, on purpose? Jacob warned her he would. But then, he also said to tease Othello in return if he did.

“Jacob’s not here yet,” Othello said. “Want to wait here for him?”

Madison nodded. “Oh yes please. I’d love that.”

Samantha tried to hide her relieved smile, but she knew she failed. There was always a chance Othello or Madison would say they wanted some privacy when Samantha visited like this, but it never happened. Privacy didn’t seem to matter much to anyone in the Circle, except Aaron.

“Thanks. I was going to show Jacob something, and—”

“Oooh, lingerie?” Madison said.

Samantha jaw dropped. “H ... How’d you guess?”

With a heavenly, womanly sigh, Samantha leaned back against Othello’s big, wide chest, and groaned openly as she continued to slowly masturbate. “You have that look in your eyes, like you’re excited to show something off. And you just came in and aren’t carrying anything.”

Evidently, Madison was smarter than she let on. Othello was, as Jacob put it, dumb as a brick, and Sam would be lying if she said she didn’t think that reflected onto Madison. But the ghoul grinned at her, pleased with her guess, and Sam squirmed.

“Just a new bra and panties.”

Madison and Othello shared knowing grins, before Madison clapped her hands together.

“Wanna show em off? We can let you know if they’re good.”

“Um...” She did. She really did. She remembered that time when she let everyone see her breasts, all so Othello could get a look while Madison gave him a blowjob. It’d been intensely erotic.

When she told Jacob about her random and unexpected bit of exhibitionism later, he’d said it was okay. Encouraged, even. Which of course made her gasp, cause she hadn’t expected she’d ever do something like be naked with other people, but Jacob had only grinned at her. He was super smart, and wise, and knew what she liked better than she did. He’d told her, encouraged her, to get naked around the others, and if they wanted to masturbate or have sex while looking at her, all the better.

He was so secure with himself, like Antoinette was. Must have been an age thing. No wonder Jack was into Antoinette so much.

After a deep, useless breath, Samantha nodded, and Madison grinned and clapped a couple times. She leaned back into Othello, and the man behind her grinned a gentle smile, eyes on Samantha, hands on Madison’s breasts. The ghoul also slowed her masturbating, way down to that ‘gonna make this last’ pace, which sent a shiver through Sam’s whole body.

“Ok, uh ... d-don’t judge too harshly!” She undid the buttons of her blouse, and eyed Madison and Othello with her best motherly glare. “I mean it.”

Both put up their hands in surrender.

“Swear to God,” they said, in unison. Must have been a thing they shared.

She frowned, but it melted away as the shivers of excitement and nervousnesses worked through her. The blouse slipped off her shoulders, and she set it on the big pile of blankets and pillows in Othello’s alcove. For a moment, she covered her bra and breasts with her forearms, but that was silly. They’d seen her breasts before. They’d seen her naked, being fucked by Jacob in the middle of the cave before. That had not been part of the plan that night, but damn Jacob knew her kinks better than she did, and she’d cum so many times with the other witches watching.

She lowered her arms, and Madison and Othello whistled.

“White! Ah, it’s like, half sexy, half cute!” Madison, giggling, leaned forward and set both hands on Othello’s knees. She ground her ass into the man, eyes on Sam, waiting for more.

Normally, Jacob would be around, and he’d be the one pushing her to do things like strip for his witches. But now, the only person pushing her, was her, and she shivered as she undid the fly of her jeans, and slid them off.

“Oh, girl, a white thong? That is beautiful, and sexy. You’re like, a bride on her wedding night, the sort who knows how to have a good time.” Madison scrunched up her nose, grinning. “And I saw the way you stuck that booty out. Been taking dance lessons?”

“Oh my god, how did you know?” With her jeans still around her ankles, Samantha stood up straight and stared down at the ghoul. “Antoinette, she—”

“Knows her way around a man, teaching you to work your ass like that!” Madison chuckled some more, enjoying herself way more than Samantha expected. The woman had a loud, fun attitude, and Samantha found it both overwhelming, and endearing.

“I didn’t ... mean to, it just...”

Othello shrugged. “You’re a Daeva. It’s natural. Embrace it.”

A Daeva, right, like Othello. Expression, sensuality, Daeva loved to embrace those things.

Nodding as she steeled herself, she kicked her jeans off, along with her shoes, leaving her in nothing but her bra, thong, and socks; no necklace tonight, not with what she had planned for Jacob.

Madison laughed. “Girl, you are gorgeous, but you can’t wear socks with lingerie. At least, not that kind.”

Samantha laughed and nodded, nervousness melting away, replaced by giddiness. “You’re right, yeah.” Getting some sexy socks would have to wait. For now, she slid out of those too.

“Dance for us?” Madison said. Smiling up at Sam, the dark-skinned, gorgeous ghoul got onto her elbows and knees, and wiggled her naked ass in the air in front of Othello.

“I ... I don’t know. I’m not very good.”

“We’re not strangers in an audience!” Giggling again, Madison wiggled her ass some more, causing her large butt to jiggle lightly in front of her master. “Please?”

Othello’s eyes drifted between Sam and Madison, before he eventually reached beside him, grabbed some lube, and drizzled some on his ghoul’s ass. As Othello slipped two fingers into her ass, Madison’s eyes rolled up in bliss, before she managed to right them on Samantha again.

Samantha was instantly hypnotized. She stared, awestruck by how Madison’s ass spread around Othello’s hand as he worked the lube into his ghoul’s butt. Without realizing she was doing it, her body began to move, hips slowly dipping left and right, and back and forth.

According to her sire, the key to an enthralling dance, was to look like you were making love to the air itself. Every motion, every sway, should draw motions — and watching eyes — to the hips and ass, the center of the body. And every motion should sway as if the air itself was lucky to exist between her thighs. Put in a more modern and delicate way: all in the hips. And maybe it was her Daeva blood, or maybe she’d always had a dancer hidden inside her, but she found she was actually pretty good at moving her hips through the air in swaying, interesting patterns.

“Oh, you’re really good!” Madison said, voice wavering a little as Othello fingered her. “Strip tease? Please? You’re so hot, it’s really making me...” The overly honest ghoul groaned openly, only to whimper in frustration as Othello withdrew his fingers from her.

But her whimper turned into a mewl of joy as the man took her hips, and aimed her ass down toward his very long, very thick shaft.

Strip tease? She hadn’t planned on stripping! But, then again, maybe she had? It was hard to know. Every time she was with the witches, she felt like a teenager again, too stupid to think more than five minutes ahead.

Nodding and squirming, she reached behind her, undid the clasp of her bra, and earned some hungry smiles from her audience as she let the bra drop just enough to expose her breasts. She wasn’t blushing life yet, and that was the only reason her nipples weren’t hard, and heat wasn’t building between her thighs. She continued to sway her body as she played with the bra, using it to cup her breasts and earn more sighs of bliss from her audience. Antoinette was right, this was fun.

Being Daeva was, in a way the other blood clans would never truly appreciate according to her sire, absolutely, deliciously, guiltily fun. Without thinking, she Blushed Life, and both Othello and his ghoul groaned with excitement as they stared at her.

She let the bra slide off her forearms onto the cave floor, and blushed red from head to toe as she exposed her body to Othello and Madison. The way Othello looked at her breasts like he wanted to pounce her and devour her, was instantly arousing. And the look on Madison’s face as the man took that moment to grab her hips, and pull her down onto his cock, was enough to have Samantha boiling. Ugh, Jacob needed to come back, and soon, so she could throw herself at him! He—

“Whoa, what is this?”

Samantha squeaked and covered her breasts and thong with her hands as she spun around. “B-Beatrice! Um ... hi...”

The Nosferatu blinked at her, then past her at Othello and Madison, grinned, and slowly brought her gaze back to Samantha. “Strip tease show?”

“I ... um...”

Beatrice laughed and shrugged, before she slid into the alcove and sat down beside Othello, with only a few inches between them. Super casual, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “That is a gorgeous thong.”

Oh no, she was going to watch too. Well, that wasn’t—

“Oh my, now that is a beautiful woman, wearing some beautiful underwear.” Jennifer, sexy and ridiculously gorgeous Jennifer, looked her up and down with the same look of Othello, though the Ventrue’s eyes were considerably sharper. Othello was a gentle soul. Jennifer was not. She kind of scared Samantha, but she was also incredibly beautiful, and Samantha blushed a hundred times more as the vixen complimented her.

“Thanks. You really think it’s pretty?”

“Samantha, you are so delicious, it’s killing me.” Jennifer smiled at her, smiled down at Triss, and then at Othello and Madison. Othello had put his legs together so Madison, still on her hands and knees, had something to kneel around while she fucked him, and to make some room for Beatrice. Slow, gentle sex. And despite the fact there were five people in the small alcove, no one was watching the two people having sex. Everyone was looking at Samantha instead.

Jennifer’s grin grew into something almost evil, and she slipped past Samantha into the small alcove too. As she did, she undressed. It took her only seconds to remove the suit and strip down to only her underwear, before she tossed all of it onto the pile of growing clothes, leaving herself completely naked.

She sat down on Othello’s other side from Triss, and smiled up at Sam as she Blushed Life. Gaze locked on Samantha, the Ventrue’s body lit up with arousal; Kindred eyes could see it easily, from the increased heart rate, to the swelling nipples. Jennifer had gotten horny in just seconds, looking at her.

Jen gave Madison’s leg a gentle, affirming slap, gave Othello’s arm the same, and spread her legs as she leaned back, getting cozy in the pile of furs next to Othello close enough to touch shoulders. She set one hand on one of her large breasts, the other on her pussy, and masturbated, just like Madison had before.

“You are such a horndog,” Triss said, looking past Othello to her lover, but even as she said it, she Blushed Life and pulled off her tank top. “Ah whatever. While in Rome.” Her crocodile teeth were scary, but Triss’s body was so beautiful, a work of art with all the tattoos and piercings, and she was so lean! She looked like an Olympic athlete.

She leaned back, and set her eyes on Samantha too. She didn’t masturbate, but she did watch her with hungry snake eyes, and stroked one of her hardening, pierced nipples with the blunt side of one of her claws.

Samantha gulped, took a deep, useless breath, and started the dance again. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the thong, and eased it around in a circular motion around her hips, as she ground her hips side to side, in and out, as she rotated on the spot. It was wet.

“Oh my god,” Jennifer said. “Where does a woman like you learn to dance like that?”

“From her sire I’m guessing,” Beatrice said. “Remember, she lives with the queen of sex.”

“True, true.”

Othello, eyes still on Samantha, let out a soft moan, and he set both hands on Madison’s hips again. Everyone turned and watched as the man bounced Madison on his cock, and the curvaceous ghoul mewled and whimpered with the increased speed. With her leaning forward, her hands on his knees, and her knees spread apart around Othello’s legs, Samantha couldn’t help but stare at the black woman as her huge breasts rippled underneath her. But, more than Madison, it was Othello she couldn’t stop staring at, as the man smiled at Samantha as he came inside his ghoul’s ass.

Samantha knew he was cumming. She’d seen those dopey, dreamy eyes of his cum many times already. And seeing them now had her thong soaked.

“Oh, it’s g-going to be ... one of those nights?” Madison said between pants.

“Those nights?” Samantha asked.

“Yeah. Sometimes Othello cums first if he’s really horny. And second, and third, and fourth, before I get to!” She leaned back, set her back against the man’s abs and chest, and Samantha couldn’t help but let out a small groan as she saw a few trickles of white leak out of the woman’s ass and down onto her man’s testicles. “But he’s a vampire. He’ll stay hard for me, and cum again ... and again ... until it’s eventually my turn.” The way she said ‘turn’ was enough to make Samantha’s legs weak.

“Typical man,” Triss said, and she gave the man a slap on the shoulder. “Dude, always treat the girl first.”

Othello rolled his eyes, but even that had a softness to it. The man just wasn’t capable of being mean. Instead, he looked back at Samantha, let go of his ghoul’s hips, and he smiled up at Sam as Madison gently ground her ass against him once again. His eyes lingered on her thong, and her thighs, and only now did Sam realize her thong was more than wet, it was dripping. He could see how wet she was. They all could.

“Triss, come help me?” Jen, one hand still caressing her clitoris, motioned for her lover to come to her.

“Fine fine, you damn slut.” Laughing, Triss got up and stepped over Othello’s legs, still in her jeans. As she did, Jennifer turned where she sat, and set her back against Othello’s side, legs out along the wall of the alcove so Samantha was looking at her profile. She spread her legs, and Triss got down on her knees between them.

The Nosferatu opened her mouth wide, and let out her inhumanly long tongue. She looked at Samantha through the corner of her eye, winked, and lowered her mouth down onto Jen’s wet pussy. As she did, she forced in the long, long long long appendage into Jennifer’s clenching body. Madison turned, looked down at Jennifer beside her, and moaned. Samantha moaned too. So did Jennifer. Everyone stared at how a growing distension moved along Jennifer’s flat stomach, a bulge that flowed back and forth from her mons to nearly her navel.

Triss’s tongue had filled the woman to bursting, and was rolling like waves inside her. Big, powerful, thick waves.

“Don’t stop,” Jen said.

“Ah won wop.”

“Not you. Samantha.” Even as the beautiful seductress obviously writhed in extreme pleasure, and the bulge on her belly grew as Triss forced her tongue in harder and harder, Jennifer looked at Samantha, her cheek and ear resting against Othello’s shoulder. “Keep dancing.”

With another gulp, Samantha started the dance again. Around and around she went, slow rotating circles, with her ever teasing to remove the thong, but never actually removing it. Each time she turned, she whipped her head around quick, desperate to not miss a moment of the four lovers enjoying each other. She’d been around them during their lovemaking before, but never like this, not all together, and not all so focused on her. And not while she Blushed Life so they could tell how deliriously aroused she was.

As Jennifer started to cum, her eyes half closed, and she smiled up at Samantha as she trembled. One hand reached down and ran fingers through Triss’s hair, while her other caressed one of her breasts. Her body shivered in such a beautiful way, large breasts rippling with her occasional tremors, Samantha had to stop dancing for a few seconds to stare.

And then Othello came again! Madison laughed, leaned back against his chest, and pointed down at her pussy for Samantha to look. She was dripping wet, but she hadn’t cum yet, obviously on edge but not able to cross over, while her lover pumped more cum into her. Leaning back like that, Samantha could see the man’s cock flex between spurts, and see some more of his fluid leak out of his ghoul. And through all that, he stared at Samantha over his ghoul’s shoulder, eyes lingering on her breasts and hard nipples, her waist, her thong, and her thighs where a few beads of wetness trickled.

Something touched Sam’s shoulders. She let out a loud squeal, and everyone froze as Samantha turned around.

“J-Jacob! Don’t ... don’t scare me like that.”

The man grinned at her, but his grin softened as he looked around at what was happening. “Took my advice, I see.”

“Um, I uh ... yeah.”

“Well, looks like you’ve got everyone mad horny, each and every one of them looking at you. Bunch of horny, punk ass kids on my lawn.”

She gulped, and squirmed slightly, guilty. They were still staring at her, staring, and cumming.

“I guess ... I guess they are.”

Jacob stepped in closer, set his hands on her hips, and put his lips to her ear. “Get on your knees.”

She shivered, and her knees shook. That voice, the whisper, the dark tone, it was all so perfect! The man jumped out of one of her novels, and spoke to her in the same tone she’d always thought those dark, scary, handsome, dangerous men had. Without telling herself to do it, she’d already gotten down on her knees, and was looking up at Jacob with her hands on her knees. Her body was acting on its own.

The man smiled down at her, and stripped. He’d been wearing one of his scary robes, very witchy sorta clothing, and it hid his physique super well. But she knew what he looked like underneath, and so did everyone else. The man may not have been as wide and muscular as Othello, but his lean body, defined muscles and abs, and salt and pepper hair, were all intoxicating and perfect. The bandage over his eyes made him look mysterious, and she stared up at him with heat boiling through her as the man tossed the robe and underwear out of the alcove.

He blushed life, and immediately, his large cock rose to life. It earned a mewl from Madison, and she bounced on Othello faster as she stared at Jacob’s naked body. Even Jen and Triss wanted a peek, Triss taking a break and lifting her head so she could get a proper look. Everyone wanted to see what Sam would do.

Samantha, hands shaking, reached up, set one hand on the front of his leg, the other on his hip, and knelt higher. The smell of arousal on him was obvious, and she breathed it in as it mixed with the arousal everyone was emitting. Jacob’s gaze was pointed at her, no one else. She couldn’t see his eyes, since he didn’t have any, but it seemed pretty obvious he was looking at her through the bandage, and it was her that had him hard in seconds, before she’d even touched him.

God, she was soaked. She could feel more of her juices trickling through her thong and down her thighs. If this kept up, she was going to start masturbating like a horny kid.

She set her lips on Jacob’s cock, slipped it into her mouth, and worked her head back and forth in a slow, massaging rhythm, her lips tight around his glans. No hands. He liked it when she only used her mouth. She kept her grip on his leg and hip, and tilted her head around and around as she suckled on his cock, her tongue occasionally slipping out to lick and tease around it. The satisfied smile on Jacob’s face had her heart fluttering.

Another moan drew her eyes, and she turned her head enough so she could look at the audience. Oh god, they were all staring even harder, especially Othello. The man smiled at her over Madison’s shoulder, grabbed his ghoul, and again bounced the beautiful woman on his cock. Poor Madison still hadn’t cum either, and drops of her juices trickled from her slit as she bucked on the man.

Jennifer, on the other hand, was well on her way to another orgasm as Beatrice got onto her stomach between Jen’s legs, and forced her huge tongue back inside her. The beautiful Ventrue moaned openly, and held Beatrice’s head to her pussy with one hand, while the other pressed to the fur beside Madison’s leg. With her face still turned to look at Samantha, back snug against Othello’s side, she licked her lips as their eyes met, and shudders running through her told Sam she was cumming again already. Cumming, and staring at Sam as she gave the elder vampire a blowjob.

Samantha couldn’t help but moan around Jacob’s cock as she pulled her head back and forth a little faster, lips massaging the base edge of its bulbous tip. She had to keep her mouth open wide to fit him, and old her would have trouble keeping this up. The new her, the vampire, had little trouble, and ran her tongue around and around, caressing him and earning a drop of precum on her tongue, and another, and another. And as he trickled juices into her mouth, Samantha couldn’t help but peek at the other vampires frequently, each of them with eyes locked on her, and what she was doing to their leader.

Jacob let out a small, happy sigh, and pulled back. He set his hand around the base of his cock, and masturbated, while aiming his cock down at her body. He was going to cum on her, in front of all these people.

A splash of warm liquid landed on her lips and neck. Another landed on her sternum and shoulder. Another landed on one breast, and then another for the other. And more. She knew Kindred could exploit the Blush of Life with practice, and do truly crazy things sexually speaking; Jacob had shown her before. But even with all the times she’d had sex with Jacob, he’d never done anything this lewd! Warm, thick strands of white cum splashed over her again and again, and she gasped as the coating grew thick enough it dripped off her breasts.

Finally he stepped back, and Samantha managed to turn her eyes from him to the rest of the group. They all stared at her, looking her up and down, smiling, grinning, and hungry. She must have looked like a painting, or like six men had just taken turns cumming on her.

The look in everyone’s eyes set her body to boil. The moment Jacob decided to touch her, or fuck her, she was going to cum and cum hard, she knew it. And everyone was going to see.

“Go, and get Madison to clean you up.”

“W-What?”

“Sit in front of Madison.” He squatted down and gave her ass a slap, and she squeaked before crawling over to Othello’s legs. Not close enough. Jacob pushed her shoulders gently, and with her whole body shaking, she slid in closer, kneeling beside Othello’s feet, on the same side as Jennifer. Still not close enough. Jacob gave her another small push, and she whimpered as she slid even closer, her knees now beside Othello’s. Still not close enough. She slid in closer again, her knees now nudging against Jennifer’s side and Othello’s thigh.

Madison grinned at her, leaned in, and set a hand on her shoulder. “Come on, get in here.”

With a shivering little whimper, Samantha knelt up high, and leaned forward. She had to put her hands on something to keep from falling over and onto Jennifer and Madison. Her left hand found Madison’s right shoulder, and her right hand found Othello’s left shoulder, above Jennifer’s head. A hard, big shoulder, owned by a man who was looking at her with obvious ‘I want to fuck you’ eyes.

Madison took Sam’s hand, the one on Madison’s shoulder, and pulled it past her so it could rest on Othello’s other shoulder. Sam, holding both Othello’s shoulders, looked at the ghoul between her arms, and then at the man, her whole body shaking. It only got worse when Madison leaned in, and set her lips onto Samantha’s wet, hard nipples.

“Nn!” Samantha squirmed, and her fingers dug into Othello’s muscles as his ghoul began to clean her. Kisses and licks, each hungry and powerful, were placed all over her breasts, each cleaning a section free of cum. Not only that, but the ghoul spent time massaging her skin, rubbing and spreading Jacob’s cum into her body, under her breasts, into her stomach and chest, and up to her neck. And when Madison had spent some time cleaning the upper, lower, inner, and outer edges of her body with her tongue, she set her lips back onto Sam’s nipples. Cleaning those tiny things shouldn’t have taken very long, but Madison slid her hands onto Sam’s body, held her hips, and kept her close while she began to lovingly suckle.

It felt good. It felt great. Powerful jolts of electric pleasure coursed into Samantha’s body through the sensitive, swollen nubs, and she whimpered as her eyes again found Othello’s. He was loving this.

Jennifer reached up, took Sam’s hand, the one on the shoulder Jen was leaning against, and guided it down onto her body. Down to her lips, chin, neck, against one of her huge, supple breasts, and then down to her stomach. She grinned up at Sam, and helped pressed Sam’s hand down on her abdomen, against the bulge Triss’s writhing tongue was creating inside her.

“Press down.”

Samantha gulped, nodded, and pressed down. She whimpered again as she felt Triss’s tongue fight against the pressure, and she looked down at the Nosferatu to see what how she felt about this. Beatrice rolled her snake eyes, but didn’t stop. If anything, she worked her tongue against Jen’s insides even harder, and deeper, and Samantha moaned openly as she watched the bulge along Jen’s abdomen reach her navel. That, was deep.

As the tingling bliss in her breasts continued to grow, Madison’s kissing only ending long enough so she could switch breasts, Jennifer came again. Even as her body trembled with orgasm shocks, she kept her eyes on Sam, and what Madison was doing to her breasts. And, without being asked, Samantha pressed her hand down against where she knew Jen’s g-spot would be, squashing it against Triss’s tongue. She could feel the tongue through Jen’s body, feel it wriggling and fucking her, and making her whole body tremble.

Triss pulled away, exposing Jen’s soaked, dripping slit, sat up, and let out a frustrated groan. “Alright, fuck this.”

“I’m sorry!” Samantha squeaked. “I—”

Beatrice threw her a confused glance, before she leaned back, and kicked off her pants and thong. “What? No, I’m horny, damn it! I can’t stand it anymore. Jen, get to work.”

Chuckling, Jennifer sat up. Despite her confident expression, Jen’s whole body trembled with the effort, and a small moan escaped her as she crawled out of the spot from Othello’s side. Beatrice replaced her, though she didn’t lean back against Othello’s shoulder.