"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...!!"
What a dramatic scene they make: Paloma lying atop his mirror image, thighs spread wide and blindfolded. Tits heaving and exposed, useless soaked shirt, Hyde impaling and thrusting up into her while she just tries to recall how one breathes.
“Oh, no,” she babbles. A hand stretches out to scrabble down his chest. “Come back, please!”
"But, I didn't wear..." His eyes dart down. Yknow, protection? She should get tested, what if he's got something, that's bad enough already! But he's not going to accidentally get her pregnant!!
On one side, the voice of reason and precaution. It's a good voice, very responsible. Paloma listens.
On the other side, a nasty boy who hasn't stopped pumping into her ass just because she's overstimulated and Jekyll is sensibly thinking about protection. It hurts without prepping for a big blunt dick, but a thread of incredible feeling renders the pain he's inflicting, well, moot. Her teeth sink hard into her lip, and she lets Jekyll go.
"Yes..." Yes condoms, yes to what's happening. Paloma squeals and covers her mouth.
That's true, He could still help, there's a fake cock, that doesn't need protection. If Hyde's going to keep going anyway then she should get to come a second (third) time. Make it worthwhile. He picks it up, hesitant and slow to actually insert it.
Greedy, greedy young Paloma whines into a clenched fist, at the mercy of Hyde and the horribly slow insertion Jekyll is setting to. Lord knows she's been stretched by the two of them so the dick meets little to no resistance-- his biggest obstacle is the pace his brother sets, one she's helpless to change.
"You're doing just fi-iiine!" All anxieties considered, he is. She searches unseeing for Jekyll's cock, restless and unhappy with his distance. To that end her flailing feet hook behind his lower back.
Jekyll gives a little squeak and bites his lip. She succeeds in forcing him closer, almost pressed against her thigh and the dildo in his hand. But he's most interested in kissing her.
Feeling him, knowing where and how he is offers a degree of comfort. And that kiss... the kiss warms her in ways Hyde isn’t, surging up into her heedless of what Jekyll’s trying to accomplish. Every exclamation and wordless cry dies on her tongue.
“You should...” Paloma half-sobs at her terrible fullness. “Stand! Harry!” Her ass clenches.
Okay but he could just nervously jerk himself. As he's currently doing. Which he has to stop to do as she asks. "But- I can't reach?" Doesn't she want him to help her out?
A groan comes from behind her the second her ass tightens, Hyde's grip on her waist squeezed in around her to keep her in place as he lets out a load in her ass without asking, as usual.
Her eyes roll up. First time letting anyone come directly into her ass, a radically different experience than what Jekyll had done safely inside a condom. She shudders, tightening everywhere, but not yet arriving herself. The heat of Hyde's spending drags a shocking mewl out from her throat.
“Please, let me...” Breathe? Suck Jekyll to completion? Urgent hands drag him.
"Let you what?" Hyde purrs in her ear. If Jekyll can't fuck her with the dildo now, he can take up arms himself, now that he's not focused on his own satisfaction. Although he stays right where he is and instead reaches around her. His other arm holds around her waist still.
Fucker. Wonderfully persistent assfucker. The instant he picks up where his brother left off her lips bump, glance off of Jekyll's erection. Her aim is off-- so many distractions--
She clings to Jekyll's thighs to get her bearings, voice lifting in razor-sharp bursts. "Let me," she rattles off, gripping the cock by its base. Paloma wants to move, to rock between Hyde in her ass and the other dick he's using on her as if this doesn't tire him at all. What she manages is an ungainly wiggle and to close her mouth around Jekyll a second time, sucking like a five hundred dollar vacuum.
She shouldn't sell herself short, their vacuum is definitely one of those fancy Dyson ones that cost like $2000. She's a whore but not a cheap one!
Jekyll whines as if that helps his case in fooling them that he's not into it. As if he shouldn't like what she's doing for him. And yet his hips arch forward.
Good, he moves in like he doesn’t need permission. He would be right.
She’s adapting to the suffocating cock buried in her throat, learning to time her breaths or else risk hurting in unhappy ways. The sounds she’s making on his dick should be illegal in most countries, as an act against God, but all Paloma worries about is curling her tongue and gazing up to see what she’s done to Jekyll.
He might look like he's in pain, but it's a good thing, really. Looking down is a mistake though, he locks eyes with her for a split second, and immediately lowers his head further. Don't look at his shame.
"I'm- you should stop!" But Hyde's not stopping. Especially after he hears that, got to encourage her to ignore Jekyll!
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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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“Oh, no,” she babbles. A hand stretches out to scrabble down his chest. “Come back, please!”
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Oh right she's blindfolded though. "A condom?"
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On the other side, a nasty boy who hasn't stopped pumping into her ass just because she's overstimulated and Jekyll is sensibly thinking about protection. It hurts without prepping for a big blunt dick, but a thread of incredible feeling renders the pain he's inflicting, well, moot. Her teeth sink hard into her lip, and she lets Jekyll go.
"Yes..." Yes condoms, yes to what's happening. Paloma squeals and covers her mouth.
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That's true, He could still help, there's a fake cock, that doesn't need protection. If Hyde's going to keep going anyway then she should get to come a second (third) time. Make it worthwhile. He picks it up, hesitant and slow to actually insert it.
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Greedy, greedy young Paloma whines into a clenched fist, at the mercy of Hyde and the horribly slow insertion Jekyll is setting to. Lord knows she's been stretched by the two of them so the dick meets little to no resistance-- his biggest obstacle is the pace his brother sets, one she's helpless to change.
"You're doing just fi-iiine!" All anxieties considered, he is. She searches unseeing for Jekyll's cock, restless and unhappy with his distance. To that end her flailing feet hook behind his lower back.
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Jekyll gives a little squeak and bites his lip. She succeeds in forcing him closer, almost pressed against her thigh and the dildo in his hand. But he's most interested in kissing her.
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“You should...” Paloma half-sobs at her terrible fullness. “Stand! Harry!” Her ass clenches.
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A groan comes from behind her the second her ass tightens, Hyde's grip on her waist squeezed in around her to keep her in place as he lets out a load in her ass without asking, as usual.
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“Please, let me...” Breathe? Suck Jekyll to completion? Urgent hands drag him.
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She clings to Jekyll's thighs to get her bearings, voice lifting in razor-sharp bursts. "Let me," she rattles off, gripping the cock by its base. Paloma wants to move, to rock between Hyde in her ass and the other dick he's using on her as if this doesn't tire him at all. What she manages is an ungainly wiggle and to close her mouth around Jekyll a second time, sucking like a five hundred dollar vacuum.
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Jekyll whines as if that helps his case in fooling them that he's not into it. As if he shouldn't like what she's doing for him. And yet his hips arch forward.
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She’s adapting to the suffocating cock buried in her throat, learning to time her breaths or else risk hurting in unhappy ways. The sounds she’s making on his dick should be illegal in most countries, as an act against God, but all Paloma worries about is curling her tongue and gazing up to see what she’s done to Jekyll.
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"I'm- you should stop!" But Hyde's not stopping. Especially after he hears that, got to encourage her to ignore Jekyll!
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