What's less believable, Hyde's cock squeezing between her thighs or Paloma letting him run amok while she shampoos his trusting brother?
She takes a long, deep breath and shoves him out from under there. Enough, she mouths furiously. For good measure she exaggerates a clear 'NO', plopping her butt onto the tiles with Jekyll. See him sneak it in now.
They echo eachother, "Ah--" A bad move, as it excites both of them. Both into a bit of rough play. It's the only reason Jekyll doesn't turn around, because he'd rather not show his pink cheeks.
Instantly she loosens the hold on both boys without quite letting go, appalled.
"Um."
Done it now, Paloma. One of them's harder than they were before and the other sure didn't sound unhappy with the mistake she'd made in forgetting to be gentle. Her fingers clench and unclench over their prizes. "So... conditioner."
The cool conditioner dropping onto Jekyll's head in front startles her. Not so much she 'forgets' and squeezes any more dick. Far from obediently following Hyde into the bone zone she frees him and shrugs the nasty thing off, raising onto her knees for better kneading.
"Edward, I just wanna say I really appreciate your self-restraint... right now," she says, vying for a persuasive and totally false cheer. She swirls conditioner around with her fingertips and tries not to feel very exposed. Funny. One date and he's seen all of her
Paloma levels an incredulous look to the back of Jekyll's ignorant head but doubles down on her reluctance to pop his bubble. Let him believe for just another minute that he's not trying to get in her. For the third time in under twenty-four hours.
Right behind him.
"Unbelievable," she giggles, hypertense and aware of every point of contact, every damp, slick, overheating inch. Hyde's breath invokes contradictory shivers.
Come on, she urges Jekyll mentally, come on, you can hear that he's close and on his knees with us. See him. Scold him?
Her hands fall to smooth over the line of his shoulders in repetitive and comforting motions. "I'm all ears to hear about when he was younger." Perhaps it will make his boner wilt.
"He did a great job of dragging me into his bad ideas that would inevitably get us in trouble." That might not sound very cute and in fact not much different than how things are now but trust him.
But she's right on the money, he doesn't need this rihht now! "No one needs to hear stories!"
Hyde will feel the budding interest she has in more childhood stories, their boyhood misadventures. She perks up enough.
"I think you should tell me about every single bad idea," she urges Jekyll, patting his brother's cheek with cheerful malice. Victory and triumph are in sight! This might not be a fuckfest after all! "Don't spare any details...?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Where would he even start? Maybe some running amok at Buckingham Palace?
"Shut your goddamn mouth." It's not that he minds the subject, he'd brag about some of it even, but not right now, don't ruin this!!! But he's got an ace up his lack of sleeve, thanks to Paloma. He leans over to yank on Jekyll's hair and therefore shut him up just as he opens his mouth, instead vocalising only perverse pleasure.
She yips like a little lapdog, caught in the middle of her victory lap and tripping on the moan Jekyll lets loose. It's shameful, a noise like that coming out of a gentleman, and it wrecks the cunning plan she'd concocted utterly.
"Edward did it," she says faintly. Her security falls away.
Even worse. "Edward!" At least if it was Paloma it would be slightly less obscene?
"He likes being pushed around, a little masochism, you know?" Edward "whispers" it beside Paloma's ear, only pretending thar he doesn't want Jekyll to hear.
She shudders in the circle of Hyde's arms, tugging them south so as to avoid him finding her stiff nipples and gloating over it.
"That's," Paloma begins to argue and loses the battle in the same beat, vocalizing wordless frustration rather than babble endlessly. "Aaaaaaaahh, he can speak for himself, Edward!"
"It's like some kind of punishment fetish for not being pure and abstinent, right?" He leans over Paloma's shoulder to try to grin at his brother, who looks down at the tile to hide his blushing that gives away the truth in Hyde's words.
"She doesn't need to hear filth coming out of your mouth 24/7...."
She reconsiders becoming the praying type and a good Catholic who attends Sunday mass.
Her blood buzzes or else it's the tension running on a live wire around her whole body. Shifting creates friction between her ass and Hyde's dick, stopping her in an instant. "He's already got enormous wood," Paloma complains desperately. His FILTH is already on her.
Jekyll turns around, flabbergasted, "--Edward! Give her space, quit acting like some kind of animal!" In heat! Not that he's doing much better, maybe not enormous wood but he's catching up, anyway.
"She hasn't said anything about not being okay with it." Well sorta.
Surely the sight of Hyde wrapped around a woman as wet and nude as he is won't do anything to fatten his chub.
A flushed, shifty-eyed Paloma looks determinedly at the paved shower floor. Don't try to follow her line of sight and get caught on her perky tits! "Yeah, but I didn't hump you back when you...!"
Ah. Jekyll hadn't known about him doing that. Her lips clamp shut.
Jekyll looks like he's heard terrifying things just now. Seen some shot. He can't even think of a way to respond. Worse that he does make the mistake of following Paloma's line of sight. "Aaaaaah..."
She rears up indignantly only to recognize how and with whom Jekyll is preoccupied, becoming hyperaware of how much her harsher breathing moves them rhythmically.
Snapping out of it, she squirms and leans sideways, angling to give her teddy bear a rough time holding on. Escaping behind Jekyll would be her ticket out of this penis highway. "I so could have!"
"While trying to keep it secret from Jekyll?" He gives a little shrug and bites at her ear. "Then again he's pretty fuckin' oblivious. Would you even know what's going on if we fucked right in front of you?"
"Of course! Do you think I'm stupid?" Now there's an indignant flush in with that colour in his cheeks...
She winces, belying the thrill from that briefest of hurt. At least she quits tilting sideways, draping over Hyde's arm like a voluptuous fur coat.
"He's not and he did," she points out irritably. "Last night." Her frustrated squint could crack open the reclining station in this fancy pants shower, centimeters from her nose. Paloma wiggles around to practice glaring into Hyde's smug face.
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She takes a long, deep breath and shoves him out from under there. Enough, she mouths furiously. For good measure she exaggerates a clear 'NO', plopping her butt onto the tiles with Jekyll. See him sneak it in now.
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One hand vanishes from hair to gripping the shaft of Hyde's most vulnerable part. Paloma grabs on strong.
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"Um."
Done it now, Paloma. One of them's harder than they were before and the other sure didn't sound unhappy with the mistake she'd made in forgetting to be gentle. Her fingers clench and unclench over their prizes. "So... conditioner."
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Hyde reaches for the bottle and squeezes it out for her, lend a hand since hers is busy.
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"Edward, I just wanna say I really appreciate your self-restraint... right now," she says, vying for a persuasive and totally false cheer. She swirls conditioner around with her fingertips and tries not to feel very exposed. Funny. One date and he's seen all of her
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"He can be when he wants to!" The older brother laughs, not catching their real meaning at all.
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Right behind him.
"Unbelievable," she giggles, hypertense and aware of every point of contact, every damp, slick, overheating inch. Hyde's breath invokes contradictory shivers.
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"You sure? I don't remember that."
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Her hands fall to smooth over the line of his shoulders in repetitive and comforting motions. "I'm all ears to hear about when he was younger." Perhaps it will make his boner wilt.
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But she's right on the money, he doesn't need this rihht now! "No one needs to hear stories!"
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"I think you should tell me about every single bad idea," she urges Jekyll, patting his brother's cheek with cheerful malice. Victory and triumph are in sight! This might not be a fuckfest after all! "Don't spare any details...?"
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"Shut your goddamn mouth." It's not that he minds the subject, he'd brag about some of it even, but not right now, don't ruin this!!! But he's got an ace up his lack of sleeve, thanks to Paloma. He leans over to yank on Jekyll's hair and therefore shut him up just as he opens his mouth, instead vocalising only perverse pleasure.
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"Edward did it," she says faintly. Her security falls away.
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"He likes being pushed around, a little masochism, you know?" Edward "whispers" it beside Paloma's ear, only pretending thar he doesn't want Jekyll to hear.
"That's ridiculous...!" He's not???? a deviant???
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"That's," Paloma begins to argue and loses the battle in the same beat, vocalizing wordless frustration rather than babble endlessly. "Aaaaaaaahh, he can speak for himself, Edward!"
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"She doesn't need to hear filth coming out of your mouth 24/7...."
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Her blood buzzes or else it's the tension running on a live wire around her whole body. Shifting creates friction between her ass and Hyde's dick, stopping her in an instant. "He's already got enormous wood," Paloma complains desperately. His FILTH is already on her.
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"She hasn't said anything about not being okay with it." Well sorta.
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A flushed, shifty-eyed Paloma looks determinedly at the paved shower floor. Don't try to follow her line of sight and get caught on her perky tits! "Yeah, but I didn't hump you back when you...!"
Ah. Jekyll hadn't known about him doing that. Her lips clamp shut.
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"Wouldn't have been very easy to."
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Snapping out of it, she squirms and leans sideways, angling to give her teddy bear a rough time holding on. Escaping behind Jekyll would be her ticket out of this penis highway. "I so could have!"
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"Of course! Do you think I'm stupid?" Now there's an indignant flush in with that colour in his cheeks...
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"He's not and he did," she points out irritably. "Last night." Her frustrated squint could crack open the reclining station in this fancy pants shower, centimeters from her nose. Paloma wiggles around to practice glaring into Hyde's smug face.
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