Maybe it makes it hard to keep thinking she's innocent. But he'll always find a way. Right now though, picturing her so filthy and shameless really does it for him. The lack of response is only because he's too busy ejaculating onto her hands and wrists. Hopefully not into the water they're all bathing in. But then, there's worse things. "--Sorry!"
She jerks in the water into Hyde, startled and gasping. Most of the ejaculate lands on her wrists, true, but much of it makes it to her belly. It's nearly as warm as the bubbling water.
Paloma hadn't realized he was so close, examining her fingers, rubbing jizz between them. "Umm. I didn't mean to make you do that so soon!" Her fault!!
Too soon to ask if he's got another one in him, she wonders? Paloma looks sadly on the nasty stuff, wiping it across her thighs; worse things are floating in the hot tub by now, so why search in vain for a napkin?
"Do you think you can still...?" she dares to put the question to him, even tentatively, and leans into the embrace from behind without thinking.
He takes a minute to think about it, gauge what remains. "...I think so." He's a little more certain than he lets on really. That would be too lewd and presumptuous.
"Still hard huh?"
Jekyll stammers and generally looks angry in Hyde's direction, but...
Paloma is visibly delighted, but just as obviously tries to act as though she's only a little relieved. No fun to exclude him if she and his brother continue to... you know... hanky their panky.
And her eyes zoom down to check.
"I, um, can. Still go. I mean, last time, when we...?" Her throat moves. "I liked that."
"I'll go get some stuff." What stuff? Hyde doesn't say, he just gets out of the tub without bothering to cover up and goes inside to his room, leaving the other two there.
Jekyll clams up. "U-um????" Where and why! What's he doing! He looks at Paloma like a deer in the headlights.
"He's, ah, excitable..." Chains? That's a bit much for fucking in a hot tub. Where would they even go? Maybe Jekyll wouldn't be opposed either though. "I just hope no one's in the hall..."
And there's the streaker himself, back with a bottle, a strip of fabric and...something dangling. That's a dildo.
She didn’t WANT them she just, hey, entertained the thought of what if they had some chains. Little ones, not too clunky. Do they sell little ones like that in your average naughty corner store...
He neatly cuts off any badgering questions with the settling of the cloth. Her receptiveness to his blindfold is evident in her thighs, squeezed together very abruptly while still standing in the surging water. Her mouth drops stupidly open.
"Which is which, remember there's a fake one too!" He grins and spins her around so she won't know what's what anymore. No working out that Jekyll's here and Hyde's there, therefore...
Jekyll wants to protest, but he gets shoved toward her. She wouldn't expect that Jekyll would be the first one to go at it, therefore it's the best way to go! He places Jekyll's hands on her hips and encourages him to push her against the edge. He's got to put in a lot of effort to silently convince Jekyll but finally he accepts it.
She has enough time before the balcony starts spinning to bleat, “I thought it was for Harry!” Three dicks for one Paloma seems a bit much to take! The prospect makes her cooch hot, sure—
Everything goes topsy turvy. Water drags on her every movement, pushed along at Hyde’s insistence, and just according to his plan she loses track of where each man is placed. She should be furious with him for not getting permission first. Instead she’s gasping; whoever has his hands on her, whoever’s pinning her by the hips, she trusts him.
Paloma collects her wits to fumble dizzily with the shirt’s buttons, exposing her breasts as a pair. They sit heavily and stiff-peaked.
"Why would it be me and not him!" Hyde scowls at him for ruining the illusion, but works out to fix it by replying from the same spot. Of their voices come from the same direction it's all the same.
"'cause you're the one who acts like a bottom, obviously." Is he wrong. At least it eggs him on to show them who's a weenie, thrusting into her rather than wait idly to be made to. Maybe if she's not sure it's him, he can be a little less nice. A little less vanilla.
Properly confused as to their voices, her lips part for a reply. Jekyll’s cock splits her open and lifts her, pulls apart her thighs, and she bleats a cry.
Paloma fully forgets they’re in a guessing game, to do anything but hike her knees up around his waist and clamp down with her pussy. “I’m a bottom,” she moans admission. It’ll help him feel better. Her head tips far, far back, feeling impossibly hot and wetter than she’s been in her life.
"So's he." There's an indignant sputter from Jekyll, but he has no leg to stand on to argue. "You guys sure are lucky you let me in on it." What would two bottoms possibly do??
So they would be fine, really! Slower on the uptake, but fine! He’s not moving. Why isn’t he moving? Which man thrust and pushed her open and then literally left her hanging? Paloma breathes in short raspy bursts and takes matters into her own hands.
Clutching to the tub’s edge gives her leverage with which to roll her hips up and onto his cock, sucking slowly at her cunt on the trembling downswing. And again.
The high pitched whine that comes with her movement can only be Jekyll. All the more clear when the tongue that finds its way into her mouth lacks a stud.
"Oh yeah? I just can't picture it." Hyde sure wants to see though. The other brother even more so. Fuck him up.
Hyde deserves a snappy retort but for the life of her she’s preoccupied with who must be the older twin, for the noise he produces and the lack of metal in his mouth. It becomes a struggle to breathe, between tangling tongues and the effort of riding him from below.
Does it feel better for him, raw? Without the rubber? She doesn’t want to go back now. One arm slips and loops over his neck to hang from, moaning and panting. “Like it like this!” Get in on it, Hyde.
He's noticed there's something particularly good about it, but that's just the situation right? He hasn't forgotten anything... His hand travels down her thigh and grips it for leverage in helping her out, while Hyde pushes them from the edge of the tub to squeeze in. His fingers suddenly on and in her ass have an extra generous helping of lubricant to compensate for the water washing it away. "Sure looks like it!"
He'd go the dildo route, but like hell he wants to wait. For now it floats beside them, while he buries himself in her for his own satisfaction.
She remembers the warmth and solidity of two bodies crowding her, pinning her just so, but especially what happens next. It’s been in her dreams.
Under the blindfold her eyes are wide, if unseeing. Paloma half-shouts and seizes right up at his entry; he’s a goddamned bully, brashly getting his way without a thought for...
Paloma comes suddenly and intensely around both cocks, freezing like a rabbit in an open field. Her head lolls to one side and her body tightens from crown to toe. “God fuck fuck!!”
Well Damn, that was fast. Of course, i5 doesn't mean Hyde's going to stop until he's good and ready too. ...Once she lets up enough. Jekyll on the other hand realises his mistake in that moment and pulls out the moment he's allowed to. If he hadn't just come she might be having a bit of a problem now and that thought horrifies him. "Sorry, sorry...!!"
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Paloma hadn't realized he was so close, examining her fingers, rubbing jizz between them. "Umm. I didn't mean to make you do that so soon!" Her fault!!
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Hyde just sniggers as he wraps his arms around her and places his chin on her shoulder.
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"Do you think you can still...?" she dares to put the question to him, even tentatively, and leans into the embrace from behind without thinking.
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"Still hard huh?"
Jekyll stammers and generally looks angry in Hyde's direction, but...
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And her eyes zoom down to check.
"I, um, can. Still go. I mean, last time, when we...?" Her throat moves. "I liked that."
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"We can figure it out." Of course Hyde isn't worried, anything can be lube and who needs condoms.
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Her fingers knot together anxiously. “I-I’d love to figure it out? I’m game for any, umm, position!”
Paloma giggles.
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Jekyll clams up. "U-um????" Where and why! What's he doing! He looks at Paloma like a deer in the headlights.
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Ooh, chains...
Paloma chews her nails, one titty out of the clinging shirt and her muff dripping. “He went fast.”
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And there's the streaker himself, back with a bottle, a strip of fabric and...something dangling. That's a dildo.
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His return is uneventful, thank God, until she and Jekyll are confronted by a second floppy penis. She slaps her mouth.
“Edward?” Edward?
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He gets right back in, glad for the warmth, and ties the fabric around Paloma's eyes. "Feel confident about telling us apart?"
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He neatly cuts off any badgering questions with the settling of the cloth. Her receptiveness to his blindfold is evident in her thighs, squeezed together very abruptly while still standing in the surging water. Her mouth drops stupidly open.
“Telling you... Oh. Oh?”
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Jekyll wants to protest, but he gets shoved toward her. She wouldn't expect that Jekyll would be the first one to go at it, therefore it's the best way to go! He places Jekyll's hands on her hips and encourages him to push her against the edge. He's got to put in a lot of effort to silently convince Jekyll but finally he accepts it.
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Everything goes topsy turvy. Water drags on her every movement, pushed along at Hyde’s insistence, and just according to his plan she loses track of where each man is placed. She should be furious with him for not getting permission first. Instead she’s gasping; whoever has his hands on her, whoever’s pinning her by the hips, she trusts him.
Paloma collects her wits to fumble dizzily with the shirt’s buttons, exposing her breasts as a pair. They sit heavily and stiff-peaked.
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"'cause you're the one who acts like a bottom, obviously." Is he wrong. At least it eggs him on to show them who's a weenie, thrusting into her rather than wait idly to be made to. Maybe if she's not sure it's him, he can be a little less nice. A little less vanilla.
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Paloma fully forgets they’re in a guessing game, to do anything but hike her knees up around his waist and clamp down with her pussy. “I’m a bottom,” she moans admission. It’ll help him feel better. Her head tips far, far back, feeling impossibly hot and wetter than she’s been in her life.
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So they would be fine, really! Slower on the uptake, but fine! He’s not moving. Why isn’t he moving? Which man thrust and pushed her open and then literally left her hanging? Paloma breathes in short raspy bursts and takes matters into her own hands.
Clutching to the tub’s edge gives her leverage with which to roll her hips up and onto his cock, sucking slowly at her cunt on the trembling downswing. And again.
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"Oh yeah? I just can't picture it." Hyde sure wants to see though. The other brother even more so. Fuck him up.
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Does it feel better for him, raw? Without the rubber? She doesn’t want to go back now. One arm slips and loops over his neck to hang from, moaning and panting. “Like it like this!” Get in on it, Hyde.
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He'd go the dildo route, but like hell he wants to wait. For now it floats beside them, while he buries himself in her for his own satisfaction.
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Under the blindfold her eyes are wide, if unseeing. Paloma half-shouts and seizes right up at his entry; he’s a goddamned bully, brashly getting his way without a thought for...
Paloma comes suddenly and intensely around both cocks, freezing like a rabbit in an open field. Her head lolls to one side and her body tightens from crown to toe. “God fuck fuck!!”
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