God why is he watching this, it's far worse than pornography, it's his brother and the woman he's trying to date??? Live right in front of him??? But she looks lovely, all flushed...her breasts hanging out... "I'll...see you later..." No he should be good and pull himself away, resist the desire to approach. Rather, he basically runs away to his own room to...take care of some business.
Hangin' out, jigglin' after Hyde shoves himself into her. Some really excellent titties and they're on the move.
Just like Jekyll, abandoning them. She has coherence enough to see him go above Hyde's shoulder and throw her arm over it, reaching after him too late to be useful, and in no position to run after him. "No, Henry!" Why couldn't he stay? He deserves to have as good a time as they're having!
"Such a goddamn dweeb..." Hyde's pretty disappointed himself really, he wanted to see what Paloma would do, suck him off, get him to go for her ass? But one defeat doesn't mean he's lost forever, Jekyll will come around.
And it sure won't stop him from enjoying her himself. "Disappointed?" He asks, biting at her neck.
"Yes," she moans, because honesty is the best policy. "Don't call him that!" He's busy, so she drops the outstretched hand to fondle her own tit, pinching and roughing it up. One of her legs hikes up higher on his back, and for the first time she's grateful for his having all his clothes on. Better purchase.
"It's true though, he's lying through his teeth 'cause he wants to look like a good boy! I bet he's jerking off." Oh - she wants some more attention, huh? Well Hyde would be glad to offer that. He pushes her hand out of the way to take the task from her with his mouth. At least sucking on her tit shuts him up.
Doesn't shut her up. She whimpers something unintelligible, vying for rolling her pelvis up as he's now hitting as deep as his cock is long. Silicone can't hold a candle to flesh and meat, apparently; she'll miss the texture of it thrusting into her cunt when they're home in Mexico.
"He shouldn't! Be alone!" Her knuckles dart past his mouth to grind furiously over herself, bumping into his navel. It's the only thing that can make this better, when he's completely filled her up and sucking on a breast like a thirsty boy.
He's a very thirsty boy. Thirsty for puss. "Convince him next time," he mumbled with his mouth full, barely able to be understood. He switches sides and squeezes the other in his hand. It's not like this was his plan all along, but he's pretty pleased with how it turned out.
A tightened grip should tell her what's coming (it's him), just a few more thrusts before he stills, but not before forcing himself as deep as he possibly can.
It'd hint at it for someone who's been with a man more than once in the past almost-decade, but Paloma is clueless. All she knows is he's grabbing her roughly and she is peaking, so so close--
His cock is pulsating, which she can feel after they've stopped humping. She's startled enough to stop her own climax and pay attention to the flood of heat spreading from where they're joined. "O-ohh..."
She clenches around him, squeezing experimentally.
He moans into her ear as he reaches up to hold her face in his hands, running a thumb over her lip. "Fuck--" Yeah, the squeeze is nice, he shivers, trying to keep pushing against her as if he might find some way to find more cock to squeeze in. While holding her face serves to let him get her lower lip between his teeth.
Quit it, her cervix is all there's left for him to find!!
Well. He liked it when she did that. Filing it away to remember later, she distracts herself with his teeth. He's crushing her to the sofa and leaving no room to wiggle or seek satisfaction, but he doesn't have to. Not right this second...
Paloma hums, craning her neck to follow the slightest tug. It ends in a lazy kiss.
The quick reversal makes her squeak, then moan, tightening around his cock in turn. At the very second he pulls out she'll discover just what a mess he's left inside, but since he hasn't, she doesn't!
"You have to?" she asks wretchedly, the last question before he drags her over the ledge and she comes right around his dick. Paloma is lost, and jerking her hips arrhythmically, hours of teasing and denial bearing fruit at last.
Not just hours, a whole day at least, if you count her makeout with Jekyll! It's music to Hyde's ears, and to his ego. He drawls, "Don't you look lovely..."
A soft hum near her ear as his nose brushes against her cheek. He's satisfied and happy. That anger and annoyance entirely forgotten.
It's not the dick she planned to ride, but it sort of is? Identical twins? Does Jekyll have a piercing...?
Paloma takes long, deep breaths, the ones after a hard run that prick sharply in your chest. Her thighs have clamped immovably around his waist somewhere in the middle of her climax, and she releases him to droop like a limp sack of cement. After her exertion there's a trickle moving down from her slit and dripping to the base of her sweaty ass, but she's too goddamned spent to mind.
Her ankles twist at boneless angles on his floor. "What did you say?" She's forgotten. Her eyes stay shut.
"I said you're lovely." He kisses her face as he pulls out in order to better cuddle up to her. She's pulled up to sit more upright, which he does as well, and curls up more or less in her lap with his arms wrapped around her. Nap?
Paloma would rather not move yet, thanks, although his withdrawal elicits a soft moan of pleasure. Less charming is the jizz dripping after.
"A-ah. You're jus' saying that because my tits are out..." He tugs her into position like a kid's dolly, and for as long as it takes to regain confidence in her ability to stand, he's allowed.
The nap isn't to be. Holding the dress out of semen's way, she squirms and staggers to her feet. Sex legs make heels even harder. "Bathroom?"
It's sufficient to give Paloma pause. She wobbled, looking at Hyde from his shiny flaccidity to that pathetic expression.The eyes are what convince her to bend, bracing on a cushion to tempt him with a kiss some inches away.
Like a thoroughly baited good boy, he leans forward for the kiss, stretching out for it. "Okay..." In that case, he goes over to the bed instead, comfier, no semen or sweat.
Leaving her free to escape into a sterile environment, or one without recent cum stains.
Thank goodness nobody saw her creeping in the semi-nude through the hall. On her return trip she walks with a heavier swing, thanks to the ache Hyde left between her thighs, and a heavier conscience. They had let Jekyll run in obvious distress, and him the man who'd taken her to dinner, which nobody finished eating!
Therefore, it is only her cowardly head that pokes into Hyde's doorway. She seeks him out on the massive bed. "I, um... I'm going to check in on your brother."
"Yes? Come in..." Whoever it is, he assumes Poole.
But quite the opposite, "Oh-" he flushes, at least she's clothed now but he's seen a lot of her.... "How a-" he nearly asks how she is, but that seems inappropriate. "Hello!" His bangs are damp from splashing cold water on his face.
She chews on her lips and leaves the door open just a crack, not wishing to trap him or give the appearance of it. Paloma looks rather small against the doorframe.
"Hello," she echoes. "... Are you okay, Henry?" After seeing her get drilled by his interlopong son of a bitch brother. The memory of her wobbly tits must be fresh.
"Of course, I'm fine!" A little...worked up, sexually frustrated, but not upset or anything. Hyde is very good at getting what he wants, after all. And he did say he didn't mind if she messed around with him.
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Just like Jekyll, abandoning them. She has coherence enough to see him go above Hyde's shoulder and throw her arm over it, reaching after him too late to be useful, and in no position to run after him. "No, Henry!" Why couldn't he stay? He deserves to have as good a time as they're having!
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And it sure won't stop him from enjoying her himself. "Disappointed?" He asks, biting at her neck.
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"Yes," she moans, because honesty is the best policy. "Don't call him that!" He's busy, so she drops the outstretched hand to fondle her own tit, pinching and roughing it up. One of her legs hikes up higher on his back, and for the first time she's grateful for his having all his clothes on. Better purchase.
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"He shouldn't! Be alone!" Her knuckles dart past his mouth to grind furiously over herself, bumping into his navel. It's the only thing that can make this better, when he's completely filled her up and sucking on a breast like a thirsty boy.
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A tightened grip should tell her what's coming (it's him), just a few more thrusts before he stills, but not before forcing himself as deep as he possibly can.
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His cock is pulsating, which she can feel after they've stopped humping. She's startled enough to stop her own climax and pay attention to the flood of heat spreading from where they're joined. "O-ohh..."
She clenches around him, squeezing experimentally.
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Well. He liked it when she did that. Filing it away to remember later, she distracts herself with his teeth. He's crushing her to the sofa and leaving no room to wiggle or seek satisfaction, but he doesn't have to. Not right this second...
Paloma hums, craning her neck to follow the slightest tug. It ends in a lazy kiss.
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"God, I don't want to stop fucking you!"
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"You have to?" she asks wretchedly, the last question before he drags her over the ledge and she comes right around his dick. Paloma is lost, and jerking her hips arrhythmically, hours of teasing and denial bearing fruit at last.
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A soft hum near her ear as his nose brushes against her cheek. He's satisfied and happy. That anger and annoyance entirely forgotten.
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Paloma takes long, deep breaths, the ones after a hard run that prick sharply in your chest. Her thighs have clamped immovably around his waist somewhere in the middle of her climax, and she releases him to droop like a limp sack of cement. After her exertion there's a trickle moving down from her slit and dripping to the base of her sweaty ass, but she's too goddamned spent to mind.
Her ankles twist at boneless angles on his floor. "What did you say?" She's forgotten. Her eyes stay shut.
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"A-ah. You're jus' saying that because my tits are out..." He tugs her into position like a kid's dolly, and for as long as it takes to regain confidence in her ability to stand, he's allowed.
The nap isn't to be. Holding the dress out of semen's way, she squirms and staggers to her feet. Sex legs make heels even harder. "Bathroom?"
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"I'll be back?"
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Thank goodness nobody saw her creeping in the semi-nude through the hall. On her return trip she walks with a heavier swing, thanks to the ache Hyde left between her thighs, and a heavier conscience. They had let Jekyll run in obvious distress, and him the man who'd taken her to dinner, which nobody finished eating!
Therefore, it is only her cowardly head that pokes into Hyde's doorway. She seeks him out on the massive bed. "I, um... I'm going to check in on your brother."
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Meanwhile Jekyll paces his room trying to walk off the boner, and talk himself out of jacking it. Do the godly thing.
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"Yeah." Probably. Why wouldn't she?
A light knock precedes her. It's the fourth door she's knocked on, but being lost is no excuse to barge in.
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But quite the opposite, "Oh-" he flushes, at least she's clothed now but he's seen a lot of her.... "How a-" he nearly asks how she is, but that seems inappropriate. "Hello!" His bangs are damp from splashing cold water on his face.
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"Hello," she echoes. "... Are you okay, Henry?" After seeing her get drilled by his interlopong son of a bitch brother. The memory of her wobbly tits must be fresh.
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"Shall we have that tea now...?"
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