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Hyde absolutely takes that opportunity, and moves his hands to her breasts while he's at it to flick and squeeze. It's Jekyll who pulls her down, pinning her in place when he can't last any longer. He'd meant to be quiet originally, but by the time he comes in her ass, he's entirely forgotten to worry about servants overhearing.

How long have they been at it for, two minutes? Half an hour? Paloma lost her head and sense of time in the same instant they speared her ass and pussy open on two cocks.

She also lost her volume control, as it happens. The vulgarity of pinning her down is what flips the switch from kind of shouting to a few decibels shy of literally and shamefully screaming her delight. She could be saying yes, or she could be yelling it into Hyde's hair. It hardly muffles a thing.

And her arrival means the tight fit got a bit tighter for them, for better or for best.

The other brother was intent on keeping it up, but between the delight it gives him to hear them and the way she squeezes him, he only gets a few more thrusts in. It's a good excuse, his can he not come inside her when he's trapped on the bottom?

Arms wrap around ber waist from behind and a head falls on her shoulder. A weenie needs to recharge with sweetness.

The warmth from Hyde's come is indistinguishable from the flames enveloping her, as Paloma just convulses between them in what she'd not dare insult by calling them aftershocks.

Are they sure a banshee didn't possess her and scream her throat raw? She isn't.

Her muscles feel like liquid nothing to match the mess that just shot up her pussy. All she can do is try to breathe and recover, lying there limply. "... never happened to me before," she croaks.

"Seemed like it!" Hyde laughs, but even he brings a hand up to brush hair from her cheek to better kiss her. "It's the perk of having a twin, arranging a threeway's a hell of a lot easier."

All Jekyll can do is sigh at the vulgar things coming out of his mouth. "I doubt many others would agree with that..."

Although they haven't withdrawn, they are softer and that eases her transition from dick-haze to somewhat coherent. To her appalled surprise, it's only somewhat as Paloma is... what do they call it, not run of the mill drunk--

Dick drunk. That's it.

She groans into his lips, recognizing the sense of drying spit on her jaw and smarting throat. "I... can go again jus' give me a minute..."

Again? Jekyll can't fathom that. After another moment he climbs off the bed and waddles into the washroom to toss the condom. With her back free, it gives Hyde the chance to roll Paloma over for a spoon. "I dunno about that, we're gonna need more than a minute." Sorry dick don't work like that...

Her whine at Jekyll's abandonment illustrates her thoughts nicely.

Paloma, for all her spiritual willingness to be further taken advantage of, teeter totters and collapses without either him or Hyde holding her ass in the air. "Five?" Five minutes and then more cock in fun places? Some parts still twitch and spasm, pieces of a lasting high.

"Uhhh, maybe a few more still." Glad she's enthusiastic though. When Jekyll returns he curls up beside her with an arm over her. This one ain't going again any time soon.

"Please no....." He can't? Don't try to murder him?

Everyone knows porn isn't a perfect reference for the function of real life body parts, her included.

Still. In a rough but increasingly hopeful tone of voice, "Ten...?" Some of his jizz slides down her cunt. Oh. That knee bends and flops aside. Desperately, "Anything?"

"Ten could work..." Maybe fifteen. Kisses littering her neck speak for his enthusiasm to keep at it too.

Jekyll is not so hopeful. And a little self conscious. "Sorry, no..." It makes Hyde roll his eyes. "Oh, yeah he gets all pathetic and depressed, don't worry about it." Jekyll brearhes a huff for that jab but he can't exactly deny it and so he says nothing to defend himself.

While not dissolving the cock fog completely it appeals to her empathy, and Paloma responds the instant his funk registers. She'd otherwise been content to lie there and be kissed by his shit brother; just not at the sad note she hears.

Hyde foresworn, she turns agonizingly over to mold herself into the circle of Jekyll's arms. They fit as naked and sweating people with softer edges tend to fit, wonderfully and she hopes comfortingly.

"Thank you."

"Mhm..." He hoped being in a group would keep attention away from his patheticness. But she does have the right idea, holding her is a comfort in convincing himself he didn't do anything wrong. "Sorry, it's fine." The tip of his nose rubs aginst her cheek.

Better than the tip of his cock, eh? Although if he ever offers--

"'M not a screamer. I thought. Sorry." Paloma mouths kisses into him and seems to ignore his twin, but for the hand winding back to tangle with Hyde's.

He has to laugh, even if it reminds him of the existence of servants in the house. "Oh, it's fine, I imagine that would be, um, a lot." And he wasn't very quiet either.

"Yeah, they'll just know you had a good time here." There's that shitty grin.

She's chuckling and squeezing his hand sternly when the buzzing phone finally reaches her ears.

"Is...?" Paloma begins to worry, and then to sober up, wondering what the hell time it is. She sits upright, tits and swollen nipples out proudly. "My phone?"

The change is lightning fast. A Tasmanian devil whips off the mattress and stumbles, falling in a heap. She crawls on all fours to fumble her device onto an ear. All joy disappears.

"Veronica! Veronica I'm so sorry I... ... ... me? Fine, might be getting a cold-- ................."

On...... While Jekyll sits up, attentive to Paloma in case he's able to help in any way, and quietly gets up to sit beside her with a hand on her shoulder, Hyde takes the opportunity for a cigarette. Especially while he won't be yelled at not to smoke inside.

She's nodding as vigorously as a bobble head, staring wide-eyed and unseeing at Jekyll while the woman on the phone goes off. She's fairly loud-- even Edward can hear from where he smokes abed how worried sick her boss had been, and why hadn't she checked in? What if something had happened?

So it goes. Paloma is allowed some input. "Yeah I-I slept over... yes. NO! ... ... ... his brother didn't cause trouble, no."

Her holes sting and ache to differ.

Ehhhhhhh... Definitely beg to differ on that one. Hyde snorts.

Meanwhile Jekyll rubs her shoulder. "Do you need me to talk to her...?"

She covers the input and gives his offer serious thought, ultimately nodding. He might cool Veronica off sooner than she could.

"He's a perfect gentleman and he can hear every word," she whispers into the phone. "Yeah, here he is." The nude assistant hands over the call to their patron, as naked as she is.

Her boss wastes no time. "Mr. Jekyll, thank you for treating Paloma to a lovely night, but I have to ask-- is she really all right?"

"Oh, yes, of course - I'm afraid we stayed up a bit late, but I'm quite sure she's alright." He thinks, anyway, since she's said she's okay? But he worried they'd been too rough with her!! Still it's not like he's going to tell her boss that! "If she starts showing signs of cold, I'll be sure to take care of her."

Her eyes flutter closed as he talks down the calmer lady on the other end. She feels over herself cautiously, biting her lip as a trickle of more come drips from her cunt to his fine floor-- drawing her thighs apart.

"I won't ask what your intentions are, I'm not her mother." Veronica is definitely cooling off to joke like that. Paloma crawls gingerly toward bed, climbing up and onto the bed sheets to collapse face-down.

"I do need her back today, though."

"--N-nothing untoward, we were up late as we were watching a movie!" She might be joking but he sure can't tell the difference, or else he doesn't care. "I'll be sure not to keep her from you..."

From the mattress of sin, with semen wet on her cunt lips and his brother enjoying a post-sex cigarette, Paloma winces at 'nothing untoward'.

The voice in Jekyll's ear is too reserved for hinting at doubt. It wears professionalism like a second skin. "Don't feel like you have to rush. She's never asked me for the night off before."

"I'll just have to steal her again when I can. Sorry to have worried you." But he doesnt want to give her up just yet, especially after what they just did, so he certainly won't be rushing. "I'll drop her off in a little while."

By the time he looks to pass the phone back, somebody's got their arm around her waist and pulled her close.

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gehennawind - 2017-09-27 08:51 (UTC) - Expand