moritat | there is always another au

Well

CAN'T they have sex? Maybe sleeping with women has spoiled her, but there's any myriad number of ways to get around an untold number of obstacles...

Hyde surprises her, wiggling his foot up underneath her ass while it sits on Jekyll's knees. She jumps, mirroring the flush of the embarrassed man in front of her. "But!" Christ, there's a big toe on her pussy. First time for everything.

"But- depends on you." She's happy to hide against his neck and expose more of herself to Hyde by leaning slightly forward... "If you want me to?"

Leaning into him doesn't help Jekyll say no. Especially not when he pieces together what's happening around his knees. "Ahh-- well, it might be difficult to um, do anything in the water? Besides contamination..." Has she noticed he might be a bit neurotic?

Her breathing has roughened and therefore the voice she valiantly attempts to communicate with, but the hand resting beside Jekyll's cock doesn't stroke or provoke him. She refuses to, unless he vocalizes his consent.

"Out of the water...?" Hyde is getting nothing but the softest feather-light moan given she can't extend a hand far enough back, but it's a sign of good things. "Maybe?"

Oh, Jesus, the moan wasn't even for him but it goes straight to his dick. "Mmmmayybe?" He'd better hold on to the tub for dear life. "It's cold though?"

"If you're gonna make excuses I'll fuckin rub one out in here and then it'll already be contaminated so it won't matter!" Fuck the lady, Harry!!!

He can hardly be expected to hide how his cock stiffens with her her hand next to it, feeling the change. Still she won't touch him more than what's already been done, although puffs of hot breath fall on his skin, into Hyde's rhythm of touch.

"D'you want me to help you get warm again?" It saps serious self-control not to rock her hips onto the foot as it moves. "Otherwise-- I'll stop."

Well, her breath sure is warm, maybe they'd be fine out of the water... "I...only if you want..." Obviously she does! But it can't just be about him wanting it, that would be obscene!

Only if...?

Paloma wishes wholeheartedly he’d be at all enthusiastic about consenting, if he means it, if he really is okay with escalating beyond a lap-sit and the hint of a handy. So she gets a grip and rocks back onto his legs, pulling away but crushing Hyde’s fingers.

She searches Jekyll for signs of discomfort. “Only if you want... to be in me.” Her face tingles just saying it.

Hyde sighs loudly behind them, like a disgruntled customer waiting in line. He wants it to be known how stupid he thinks this is and how impatient he's getting.

When she puts herself on the line and looks at him like that how can he deny it? "W-well yes but! I don't um, have...?" Condoms? Right here?

Yeah they get it, he’s fussy and so impugned upon!!

Paloma does her best to soothe him with a pat to the knee, eyes remaining locked with Jekyll’s pretty ones. The mortification of telling him where it is she wants him to be loosens its hold, just enough.

“Sit up, please?” To help, her bum lifts and she shifts back. Further back. She’s sitting again, hot-dogging Hyde’s cock and reaching for his hand.

That's more like it. It shuts him up and puts a smile on his face. And his hands on her ass. "You don't want to keep her waiting do you?"

"Don't commentate...!" He can't work under these conditions. But he does reluctantly do as Paloma asks, chewing his lip.

Perching on the tub’s edge makes it jarringly obvious what a big wet boner is lurking in his swimwear. She balances in Hyde’s lap and feels the heat of him through that direct contact— his dick, lined up horizontally against her used pussy. He’s a spoiled boy.

“Can you play nice?” She turns it into a plea. Paloma lifts off, depriving him of her warmth and following Jekyll to situate herself between his legs. Gentle hands tug and roll down the waistband of those shorts.

An absolute brat. Who follows her, determined to touch the booty no matter what.

He shivers, though it's barely for the cold air. "I should really get a rubber...!" Panic in a weenie's voice. Don't put it in your mouth? Unless there's protection!

You could say it springs to life, freed from its constraints. Paloma forgets the intimidating stare of a dick erect and scarcely inches from her face, but this jogs her memory.

She glances up wide-eyed, all uncertain earnestness. “I trust you?” And she dips, caressing the tip with only her lips.

Well yeah he doesn't have anything but still! Neurotic!!

His heart pounds like it's going to burst from his chest, or maybe through his eardrums. Paloma has the advantage of being naturally wide-eyed but he could give her a run for her money right now! "Iiiif you're certain..." The more nervous he grows, the harder he gets though!

He’s growing, and it’s ever so satisfying to know it’s because of her. Is he anticipating the things she’ll do for him while he can do nothing but let her suck him off?

Paloma’s keen awareness of his brother positioned behind her brings memories back from earlier in the evening. She kisses the tip of Jekyll’s cock, then down its velvety side. “Umm, uh-huh.” Her shoulders rise and rest on him for support as she curls even closer to him. “I like this...”

She's got it spot on, everything running through his head is almost better than the act itself. And she lends so well to that in leaning on him and by taking her time. "Oh." Well he liked doing it for her too..

But Hyde sure doesn't take his time with anything much. It doesn't take him long to sit up too so he can drape himself over her from behind.

His weight nudges her bodily against Jekyll, bumping her mouth into his shaft while her fingers splay out over both thighs to stay upright no matter what happens. An inhale brings the scent of the tub in more than he, himself. She’s completely at Hyde’s mercy; recalling his harsh and sudden entry...

“Be nice,” she says plaintively, about shaking from anticipation as well.

"I'm always nice." Says the boy who's rarely nice and currently rubbing the head of his cock against her ass.

Here's her fantasy of Hyde dicking her from behind while she blows someone else come to life! Even unaware of their earlier dalliance, Jekyll whimpers thinking about it, and having her suddenly pushed against him.

She tries to juggle treating Jekyll gently and the nervous hyperawareness of every point of contact on her skin. What’ll it feel like half-in the turbulent water? Will it hurt, will it be a mix of pain and sweetness, can she take that? He’s not going for her asshole, right?

Paloma lifts her ass as much as she can with Hyde on it, knowing she looks wanton. “I mean it! Please!” But she moves to the tip of the cock in front to part her lips and take in the head fully, humming her excitement.

Don't worry, he's just teasing. Let her think maybe he's going to try it, but he's nice enough to slide slowly into her pussy. Matching her mouth on Jekyll's cock.

"I'll kick him for you if you want..." Jekyll grips the edge of the tub, rather than be so lewd as to go for her head. But he needs to ground himself with something!

Her legs lock into place. The inner seating of the tub is smooth, or else her knees might have already developed minor scrapes. They take all of her weight and Hyde's, or what the water doesn't alleviate. She vocalizes what could almost be distress with her mouth wrapped loosely around Jekyll's head.

Almost is the key word. Hyde has already spent time today getting her used to the shape of his cock, and although the water did away with much of the wetness she'd had-- he's fantastic, going in slow. Paloma has to let go of the dick in her mouth to breathe more heavily, collect herself, try not to moan. "Um- no no- not yet. Don't kick'im."

Here's hoping no one looks out the window and sees this. The fear that they could only turns him on more though, of course. "Just let me know if he's bad!"

"Have I ever been bad?" He grins. As in, not a good lay. He's always good thanks!

She's torn. To be caught and looked at like a cheap tart would destroy her, but imagining them being found out further tightens the grip on Hyde her pussy has.

Her lips constrict around Jekyll, creating that hard vise to mirror what's happening around her ass. "Mm-hmm."

Sure. If someone misbehaves, she'll speak up, but first things first. Her head slides forward to take more of him, bob up, and lunge; his cock plugs her mouth as fully as Hyde fills her cunt.

Jekyll's head tips backward as he moans, looking for something to rest on but finding only cold, open air. He sways dangerously, and catches himself with a hand on the back of Paloma's head.

Hyde doesn't help either, pushing right up against her. Hope she still has some room.....

Hell yes! By virtue of its roughness in his need to keep himself upright, the hand on the back of her scalp sends a shockwave the whole way down to her clit.

Hyde sheathing to the hilt and crushing Paloma to Jekyll is what suffocates her guttural grunt around a mouthful of fat doctor cock. God forbid he get ideas about her having a bad time. To keep him in her mouth-- hitting her throat, eyes watering-- she curls both arms around his waist in a slut's embrace.

She's learned some things, and clamps around Hyde's shaft just as enthusiastically. Even her pain feels sweet.

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