She protests automatically at being pulled around willy-nilly, although her landing is soft, spoiled only by the hardness jutting up beside her abdomen. Paloma sighs into his kiss, swept up again in the next moment and kissing Jekyll just as luxuriously, in the unchecked affection she could soak in for days.
Forgetting that she hasn't conditioned as planned, her mouth fixes onto Hyde's neck, grinding into his lap meaningfully.
The reverberation of her grinding rubs Hyde's ass against Jekyll in turn, which is ultimately what makes him pipe up, "I think! We should get out of the shower!" He should get a condom, probably, hell he should have had one already since she had her mouth on his dick! And besides if they're going to keep going, the tile isn't exactly comfortable.
Paloma's head lifts in visible confusion. Her eyes are foggy, distracted...
"Oh," she replies, and slurs a bit, "Yeah. Slippery." They haven't done things in the stall to increase their chances of falling but it is best to avoid the danger. "Plus... Edward weighs a lot." She squirrels backward.
Hyde scoffs, rubbing up against them both, "And yet that's never been a problem for you before..." But he does get up, lifting Paloma with him. He leaves the shower, and the washroom, without bothering with anything like towels, and takes her into the bedroom to toss her on the bed and climb over her. Immediately he sets to kissing her neck, down her body.
Meanwhile Jekyll's left to turn off the shower and follow, with a meek offering of towels if they actually care for it....??
Yep, yep, she's floating once again without any warning whatsoever.
Paloma hardly squawks this time, becoming used to the treatment, but does curse the second she flies and hits the covers completely, hopelessly drenched.
His determination and descent are in no way enough to shut her up. "Crap, Edward, c'mon! I'm soaked and so are you!" She taps her palms to his shoulders in an effort to sidetrack him. "Henry, get him with a towel?" Bigger towel now, that's it.
"It didn't matter a minute ago, what's the difference now?" He grumbles all the more when Jekyll does as he's told, tossing it over Hyde's head before rubbing him down like a dog that got into the mud. "Lay off, dammit!" He sputters and shakes his head trying to get out of his brother's grip and the towel being rubbed against his face and hair.
Her annoyance lasts the span of a breath before the hilarity of Hyde's doggishness shatters it. Paloma laughs outright, a big cackling outburst even as she crosses her arms over her chest beneath him.
"Not your bed, is it?" She grins toothily up into his unhappy face and flips over, scrambling to get a towel for herself.
"Quit it!" Don't laugh at him???? Once he's released, he grabs the towel and knocks Jekyll back to pin it over his face. "How do you like it, huh?" It's his turn to laugh!
"Edward!" He flails under him, trying to find his face to push away.
Her eyes widening, she sucks her lower lip in thoughtfully and considers her next move. Leave the boys to it and dry off or save Jekyll from an untimely towel?
"Villain!" Paloma launches across the mattress without an ounce of grace, tripping over wrinkled sheets on the way to snapping the end of her towel directly over Hyde's pasty ass.
Hyde yelps, immediately jumping backward onto his butt. "Jesus!"
While Jekyll doesn't see it, he does hear and can figure out relatively what happened, so of course he has to laugh and beam at Paloma when he pulls the towel from his eyes. "Good work!" She earns a kiss! And then he reaches into his bedside table to find a pair of condoms and try to insist on offering one to Hyde. Who of course, rolls his eyes as he takes it, only to toss it into a corner.
"Fuck no, dumbass." How does he not know him well enough to realise he shouldn't even bother trying???
She quite happily pauses for a kiss in the middle of drying herself for real, smiling stupidly. Her buzzing phone across the room doesn't register, or the missed calls Veronica has made while they get their freak on.
Not finding a better place than the floorboards for a towel, Paloma drops it off the side of the bed and looks up at the ruckus. She frowns from behind that luscious raised ass. "Hey, if we have them around...!"
"Exactly, it's better safe than sorry!" He sighs, but knows there's really no arguing with their little rebel... All he can really do is resign himself to putting his own on.
Hyde leans over him to get at the drawer too, fishing around for lube. "Which way...?" he grins, dangling the tube in front of her.
Her mouth hangs open. It's sunk in what he and (probably) Jekyll are going to do, and how, as in where their dicks are headed. She flushes and experiences a chill simultaneously.
"Uh-umm, um," Paloma sits up, gathering the pieces of her composure together. "God, I don't know. Before yesterday it's been years since I...!"
Nothing and no one has been up her ass in that time.
Mister Mile a Minute cannot be trusted to treat her ass gently, so he's right out of the running for that until Paloma knows he can control himself.
"Yeah, Teddy!" Using his hated nickname is bracing, infusing her with new courage. After minute hesitation her legs slide apart on the covers, gingerly.
"You promise to go slow?" Her eyes meet those of Jekyll, trusting him, at least.
Ah. "Ass man, huh." No judgment or dismay. Paloma shifts, feeling rather more exposed than either of them with her thighs spread out and knees bent in the center of the bed.
She moves again, this time toward the scattered pillows, radiating heat and uncertainty. "I do, ahh, like ass play. So. It's not as if I've never... you know." Get over here already please God.
It's just aesthetically pleasing???? Butts look nice? Clothed or naked, they're always good? That's all, okay... And Paloma's a good person to be an ass man with.
"Well then there's no problem!" Hyde's quick to follow, Jekyll not so much, but he's not going to just sit around either, so he finally does. One of them's a little more experienced with threeways than the others though, so he looks to Hyde to set this all up. He nudges Paloma into his lap and grabs Jekyll's wrist to pull him over top. A clever ploy to get the weenie to be an active participant - on the bottom he could just lay there!
Alrighty then, straddling Hyde she goes, weight leaning wholly onto her forearms beside his pretty face. Paloma can only look at him for a short while before nerves and embarrassment duck her head into his clavicle.
"The lube," she reminds them in a rasping whisper. Absurdly shy as she is, her pussy glides over the length of Hyde's shaft as if belonging to someone braver.
Don't worry, whether or not hyde cares, Jekyll isn't about to try going in dry. He fumbles for the tube to spread across his cock, another cold glob on her ass that he spreads and pushes in with his thumb.
Meanwhile Hyde toys with her hair, wiggling his hips a little beneath her. Perfectly timing the moment Jekyll finally ventures to push in, He gives that hair a yank backward and stretches up to nibble her chin.
Paloma's entire body goes rigidly unmoving, tightening around Jekyll and making it that much harder to slide further in. "Ah. Fuck. Fuck." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckffff....
Hyde is truly, irrevocably and unapologetically a damned menace. She blinks rapidly with watering skyward eyes and sinks her claws into his blond mop in turn, whining wordlessly at high volume. Her feet and toes curl like a ballerina's, or else just a young lady who needs to relax or else Jekyll will have a rough time of it.
Small consolation: Hyde isn't inside her (yet) and she only has to adjust to one blunt object stuck up her ass.
"Edward," she whimpers, "shut the fuck up."
Bit by bit Paloma makes herself loosen, relaxing her muscles methodically with the benefit of previous experience. This is what she wanted, this is what she signed up for, nobody is doing anything she isn't endorsing, wasn't begging for-- she welcomes Jekyll in, inch by slow inch.
Wow tell him to shut up will you?? He huffs and grumbles and gets his revenge by reaching down to guide his dick into her while she's still adjusting to Harry. Harry, whose forehead presses to her spine, as if he can hide his head in the sand and therefore hide his shame. "You'll tell me if I should stop...?"
She's at a total loss for words or forming vowels other than 'oh' and 'ah'. Even those come once each. Her lower body burns and burns and hovers, sandwiched in by cocks and impossible to move in turn. Paloma feels as if buckled onto a harness plugging her too tightly to do anything but twitch and be held in place.
"I'll... say." Her voice is a faint thing; it's like a snake has constricted around her pelvis and numbed her head. Paloma's head drops and droops.
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She protests automatically at being pulled around willy-nilly, although her landing is soft, spoiled only by the hardness jutting up beside her abdomen. Paloma sighs into his kiss, swept up again in the next moment and kissing Jekyll just as luxuriously, in the unchecked affection she could soak in for days.
Forgetting that she hasn't conditioned as planned, her mouth fixes onto Hyde's neck, grinding into his lap meaningfully.
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Also he won't be trapped under Hyde then.
"Hmmm, maybe..."
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"Oh," she replies, and slurs a bit, "Yeah. Slippery." They haven't done things in the stall to increase their chances of falling but it is best to avoid the danger. "Plus... Edward weighs a lot." She squirrels backward.
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Hyde scoffs, rubbing up against them both, "And yet that's never been a problem for you before..." But he does get up, lifting Paloma with him. He leaves the shower, and the washroom, without bothering with anything like towels, and takes her into the bedroom to toss her on the bed and climb over her. Immediately he sets to kissing her neck, down her body.
Meanwhile Jekyll's left to turn off the shower and follow, with a meek offering of towels if they actually care for it....??
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Paloma hardly squawks this time, becoming used to the treatment, but does curse the second she flies and hits the covers completely, hopelessly drenched.
His determination and descent are in no way enough to shut her up. "Crap, Edward, c'mon! I'm soaked and so are you!" She taps her palms to his shoulders in an effort to sidetrack him. "Henry, get him with a towel?" Bigger towel now, that's it.
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"Not your bed, is it?" She grins toothily up into his unhappy face and flips over, scrambling to get a towel for herself.
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"Edward!" He flails under him, trying to find his face to push away.
"You want some too?" Hyde grins at Paloma.
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"Villain!" Paloma launches across the mattress without an ounce of grace, tripping over wrinkled sheets on the way to snapping the end of her towel directly over Hyde's pasty ass.
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While Jekyll doesn't see it, he does hear and can figure out relatively what happened, so of course he has to laugh and beam at Paloma when he pulls the towel from his eyes. "Good work!" She earns a kiss! And then he reaches into his bedside table to find a pair of condoms and try to insist on offering one to Hyde. Who of course, rolls his eyes as he takes it, only to toss it into a corner.
"Fuck no, dumbass." How does he not know him well enough to realise he shouldn't even bother trying???
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Not finding a better place than the floorboards for a towel, Paloma drops it off the side of the bed and looks up at the ruckus. She frowns from behind that luscious raised ass. "Hey, if we have them around...!"
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Hyde leans over him to get at the drawer too, fishing around for lube. "Which way...?" he grins, dangling the tube in front of her.
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"Uh-umm, um," Paloma sits up, gathering the pieces of her composure together. "God, I don't know. Before yesterday it's been years since I...!"
Nothing and no one has been up her ass in that time.
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Hyde naturally interrupts, "It'll be fine, we'll be gentle." The look on his face might not be entirely convincing.
"Teddy, be nice, that's not exactly average sexual practice!" Which is a covert way of saying he's pretty embarrassed about the suggestion.
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"Yeah, Teddy!" Using his hated nickname is bracing, infusing her with new courage. After minute hesitation her legs slide apart on the covers, gingerly.
"You promise to go slow?" Her eyes meet those of Jekyll, trusting him, at least.
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"Well then, Harry gets his favourite, huh?" He shoots a grin at his brother, who immediately flushes and hangs his head. Payback for the nickname.
"Anyway!!!" He would smack Hyde if it wouldn't call more attention to it.
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She moves again, this time toward the scattered pillows, radiating heat and uncertainty. "I do, ahh, like ass play. So. It's not as if I've never... you know." Get over here already please God.
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"Well then there's no problem!" Hyde's quick to follow, Jekyll not so much, but he's not going to just sit around either, so he finally does. One of them's a little more experienced with threeways than the others though, so he looks to Hyde to set this all up. He nudges Paloma into his lap and grabs Jekyll's wrist to pull him over top. A clever ploy to get the weenie to be an active participant - on the bottom he could just lay there!
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"The lube," she reminds them in a rasping whisper. Absurdly shy as she is, her pussy glides over the length of Hyde's shaft as if belonging to someone braver.
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Meanwhile Hyde toys with her hair, wiggling his hips a little beneath her. Perfectly timing the moment Jekyll finally ventures to push in, He gives that hair a yank backward and stretches up to nibble her chin.
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Hyde is truly, irrevocably and unapologetically a damned menace. She blinks rapidly with watering skyward eyes and sinks her claws into his blond mop in turn, whining wordlessly at high volume. Her feet and toes curl like a ballerina's, or else just a young lady who needs to relax or else Jekyll will have a rough time of it.
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The shitty brother moans for the nails in his hair, but starts laughing when he hears Jekyll. "Christ, man the hell up."
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"Edward," she whimpers, "shut the fuck up."
Bit by bit Paloma makes herself loosen, relaxing her muscles methodically with the benefit of previous experience. This is what she wanted, this is what she signed up for, nobody is doing anything she isn't endorsing, wasn't begging for-- she welcomes Jekyll in, inch by slow inch.
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She's at a total loss for words or forming vowels other than 'oh' and 'ah'. Even those come once each. Her lower body burns and burns and hovers, sandwiched in by cocks and impossible to move in turn. Paloma feels as if buckled onto a harness plugging her too tightly to do anything but twitch and be held in place.
"I'll... say." Her voice is a faint thing; it's like a snake has constricted around her pelvis and numbed her head. Paloma's head drops and droops.
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