Yep, yep, she's floating once again without any warning whatsoever.
Paloma hardly squawks this time, becoming used to the treatment, but does curse the second she flies and hits the covers completely, hopelessly drenched.
His determination and descent are in no way enough to shut her up. "Crap, Edward, c'mon! I'm soaked and so are you!" She taps her palms to his shoulders in an effort to sidetrack him. "Henry, get him with a towel?" Bigger towel now, that's it.
"It didn't matter a minute ago, what's the difference now?" He grumbles all the more when Jekyll does as he's told, tossing it over Hyde's head before rubbing him down like a dog that got into the mud. "Lay off, dammit!" He sputters and shakes his head trying to get out of his brother's grip and the towel being rubbed against his face and hair.
Her annoyance lasts the span of a breath before the hilarity of Hyde's doggishness shatters it. Paloma laughs outright, a big cackling outburst even as she crosses her arms over her chest beneath him.
"Not your bed, is it?" She grins toothily up into his unhappy face and flips over, scrambling to get a towel for herself.
"Quit it!" Don't laugh at him???? Once he's released, he grabs the towel and knocks Jekyll back to pin it over his face. "How do you like it, huh?" It's his turn to laugh!
"Edward!" He flails under him, trying to find his face to push away.
Her eyes widening, she sucks her lower lip in thoughtfully and considers her next move. Leave the boys to it and dry off or save Jekyll from an untimely towel?
"Villain!" Paloma launches across the mattress without an ounce of grace, tripping over wrinkled sheets on the way to snapping the end of her towel directly over Hyde's pasty ass.
Hyde yelps, immediately jumping backward onto his butt. "Jesus!"
While Jekyll doesn't see it, he does hear and can figure out relatively what happened, so of course he has to laugh and beam at Paloma when he pulls the towel from his eyes. "Good work!" She earns a kiss! And then he reaches into his bedside table to find a pair of condoms and try to insist on offering one to Hyde. Who of course, rolls his eyes as he takes it, only to toss it into a corner.
"Fuck no, dumbass." How does he not know him well enough to realise he shouldn't even bother trying???
She quite happily pauses for a kiss in the middle of drying herself for real, smiling stupidly. Her buzzing phone across the room doesn't register, or the missed calls Veronica has made while they get their freak on.
Not finding a better place than the floorboards for a towel, Paloma drops it off the side of the bed and looks up at the ruckus. She frowns from behind that luscious raised ass. "Hey, if we have them around...!"
"Exactly, it's better safe than sorry!" He sighs, but knows there's really no arguing with their little rebel... All he can really do is resign himself to putting his own on.
Hyde leans over him to get at the drawer too, fishing around for lube. "Which way...?" he grins, dangling the tube in front of her.
Her mouth hangs open. It's sunk in what he and (probably) Jekyll are going to do, and how, as in where their dicks are headed. She flushes and experiences a chill simultaneously.
"Uh-umm, um," Paloma sits up, gathering the pieces of her composure together. "God, I don't know. Before yesterday it's been years since I...!"
Nothing and no one has been up her ass in that time.
Mister Mile a Minute cannot be trusted to treat her ass gently, so he's right out of the running for that until Paloma knows he can control himself.
"Yeah, Teddy!" Using his hated nickname is bracing, infusing her with new courage. After minute hesitation her legs slide apart on the covers, gingerly.
"You promise to go slow?" Her eyes meet those of Jekyll, trusting him, at least.
Ah. "Ass man, huh." No judgment or dismay. Paloma shifts, feeling rather more exposed than either of them with her thighs spread out and knees bent in the center of the bed.
She moves again, this time toward the scattered pillows, radiating heat and uncertainty. "I do, ahh, like ass play. So. It's not as if I've never... you know." Get over here already please God.
It's just aesthetically pleasing???? Butts look nice? Clothed or naked, they're always good? That's all, okay... And Paloma's a good person to be an ass man with.
"Well then there's no problem!" Hyde's quick to follow, Jekyll not so much, but he's not going to just sit around either, so he finally does. One of them's a little more experienced with threeways than the others though, so he looks to Hyde to set this all up. He nudges Paloma into his lap and grabs Jekyll's wrist to pull him over top. A clever ploy to get the weenie to be an active participant - on the bottom he could just lay there!
Alrighty then, straddling Hyde she goes, weight leaning wholly onto her forearms beside his pretty face. Paloma can only look at him for a short while before nerves and embarrassment duck her head into his clavicle.
"The lube," she reminds them in a rasping whisper. Absurdly shy as she is, her pussy glides over the length of Hyde's shaft as if belonging to someone braver.
Don't worry, whether or not hyde cares, Jekyll isn't about to try going in dry. He fumbles for the tube to spread across his cock, another cold glob on her ass that he spreads and pushes in with his thumb.
Meanwhile Hyde toys with her hair, wiggling his hips a little beneath her. Perfectly timing the moment Jekyll finally ventures to push in, He gives that hair a yank backward and stretches up to nibble her chin.
Paloma's entire body goes rigidly unmoving, tightening around Jekyll and making it that much harder to slide further in. "Ah. Fuck. Fuck." Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckffff....
Hyde is truly, irrevocably and unapologetically a damned menace. She blinks rapidly with watering skyward eyes and sinks her claws into his blond mop in turn, whining wordlessly at high volume. Her feet and toes curl like a ballerina's, or else just a young lady who needs to relax or else Jekyll will have a rough time of it.
Small consolation: Hyde isn't inside her (yet) and she only has to adjust to one blunt object stuck up her ass.
"Edward," she whimpers, "shut the fuck up."
Bit by bit Paloma makes herself loosen, relaxing her muscles methodically with the benefit of previous experience. This is what she wanted, this is what she signed up for, nobody is doing anything she isn't endorsing, wasn't begging for-- she welcomes Jekyll in, inch by slow inch.
Wow tell him to shut up will you?? He huffs and grumbles and gets his revenge by reaching down to guide his dick into her while she's still adjusting to Harry. Harry, whose forehead presses to her spine, as if he can hide his head in the sand and therefore hide his shame. "You'll tell me if I should stop...?"
She's at a total loss for words or forming vowels other than 'oh' and 'ah'. Even those come once each. Her lower body burns and burns and hovers, sandwiched in by cocks and impossible to move in turn. Paloma feels as if buckled onto a harness plugging her too tightly to do anything but twitch and be held in place.
"I'll... say." Her voice is a faint thing; it's like a snake has constricted around her pelvis and numbed her head. Paloma's head drops and droops.
Too precarious for them to move at the same time, when they try, one or the other pop out. It would only be worse if she tried too. After a brief moment of squabbling hyde sets them on the right track, alternating. Both sets of hands rest on her hips, holding them still for leverage.
It doesn't take long for Jekyll to give in to the desire to really fuck. Her ass has plenty of cushion of the pushin' after all, smacking into her is good and fleshy.
It is a less than stellar adventure-- at first-- to be the individual coping with their squabbles and misfires. There's a minute where Paloma is holding back tears from the problems and the sensory overload.
"Get!" Cool. Cool, she couldn't begin to think about moving even if they hadn't made her remain in place to be fucked with alternating thrusts. "Hell!"
Their guess where that sentence was headed would be better than hers. She dry sobs into Hyde's skin and chews his neck up like an animal, to match the pistonimg cock from him and Harry and him, and Harry, and humiliatingly she's starting to salivate so much a rope of it trails down her wrist.
Hyde grins as wide as humanly possible, biting back wherever he can. But she doesn't leave him many openings. Not that he minds, he hurts and it's awesome. But then Harry saves his throat for a moment by leaning over Paloma's shoulder to steal her lips. It might be dirty, animal fucking but he wants nice sweet things?
She's somewhere outside of her own mind far enough to forget the saliva-riddled neck and be barely cognizant of Jekyll, until his mouth closes over hers and the softness grounds her.
"I," she about shouts it into him, "fucking love," twisting 'round for a kiss affords Hyde the opportunity to get his teeth in her as roughly as she had him, "whatever you're doing," her lower half convulses and rolls forward, mindless, "to me!"
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Paloma hardly squawks this time, becoming used to the treatment, but does curse the second she flies and hits the covers completely, hopelessly drenched.
His determination and descent are in no way enough to shut her up. "Crap, Edward, c'mon! I'm soaked and so are you!" She taps her palms to his shoulders in an effort to sidetrack him. "Henry, get him with a towel?" Bigger towel now, that's it.
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"Not your bed, is it?" She grins toothily up into his unhappy face and flips over, scrambling to get a towel for herself.
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"Edward!" He flails under him, trying to find his face to push away.
"You want some too?" Hyde grins at Paloma.
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"Villain!" Paloma launches across the mattress without an ounce of grace, tripping over wrinkled sheets on the way to snapping the end of her towel directly over Hyde's pasty ass.
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While Jekyll doesn't see it, he does hear and can figure out relatively what happened, so of course he has to laugh and beam at Paloma when he pulls the towel from his eyes. "Good work!" She earns a kiss! And then he reaches into his bedside table to find a pair of condoms and try to insist on offering one to Hyde. Who of course, rolls his eyes as he takes it, only to toss it into a corner.
"Fuck no, dumbass." How does he not know him well enough to realise he shouldn't even bother trying???
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Not finding a better place than the floorboards for a towel, Paloma drops it off the side of the bed and looks up at the ruckus. She frowns from behind that luscious raised ass. "Hey, if we have them around...!"
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Hyde leans over him to get at the drawer too, fishing around for lube. "Which way...?" he grins, dangling the tube in front of her.
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"Uh-umm, um," Paloma sits up, gathering the pieces of her composure together. "God, I don't know. Before yesterday it's been years since I...!"
Nothing and no one has been up her ass in that time.
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Hyde naturally interrupts, "It'll be fine, we'll be gentle." The look on his face might not be entirely convincing.
"Teddy, be nice, that's not exactly average sexual practice!" Which is a covert way of saying he's pretty embarrassed about the suggestion.
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"Yeah, Teddy!" Using his hated nickname is bracing, infusing her with new courage. After minute hesitation her legs slide apart on the covers, gingerly.
"You promise to go slow?" Her eyes meet those of Jekyll, trusting him, at least.
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"Well then, Harry gets his favourite, huh?" He shoots a grin at his brother, who immediately flushes and hangs his head. Payback for the nickname.
"Anyway!!!" He would smack Hyde if it wouldn't call more attention to it.
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She moves again, this time toward the scattered pillows, radiating heat and uncertainty. "I do, ahh, like ass play. So. It's not as if I've never... you know." Get over here already please God.
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"Well then there's no problem!" Hyde's quick to follow, Jekyll not so much, but he's not going to just sit around either, so he finally does. One of them's a little more experienced with threeways than the others though, so he looks to Hyde to set this all up. He nudges Paloma into his lap and grabs Jekyll's wrist to pull him over top. A clever ploy to get the weenie to be an active participant - on the bottom he could just lay there!
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"The lube," she reminds them in a rasping whisper. Absurdly shy as she is, her pussy glides over the length of Hyde's shaft as if belonging to someone braver.
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Meanwhile Hyde toys with her hair, wiggling his hips a little beneath her. Perfectly timing the moment Jekyll finally ventures to push in, He gives that hair a yank backward and stretches up to nibble her chin.
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Hyde is truly, irrevocably and unapologetically a damned menace. She blinks rapidly with watering skyward eyes and sinks her claws into his blond mop in turn, whining wordlessly at high volume. Her feet and toes curl like a ballerina's, or else just a young lady who needs to relax or else Jekyll will have a rough time of it.
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The shitty brother moans for the nails in his hair, but starts laughing when he hears Jekyll. "Christ, man the hell up."
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"Edward," she whimpers, "shut the fuck up."
Bit by bit Paloma makes herself loosen, relaxing her muscles methodically with the benefit of previous experience. This is what she wanted, this is what she signed up for, nobody is doing anything she isn't endorsing, wasn't begging for-- she welcomes Jekyll in, inch by slow inch.
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She's at a total loss for words or forming vowels other than 'oh' and 'ah'. Even those come once each. Her lower body burns and burns and hovers, sandwiched in by cocks and impossible to move in turn. Paloma feels as if buckled onto a harness plugging her too tightly to do anything but twitch and be held in place.
"I'll... say." Her voice is a faint thing; it's like a snake has constricted around her pelvis and numbed her head. Paloma's head drops and droops.
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It doesn't take long for Jekyll to give in to the desire to really fuck. Her ass has plenty of cushion of the pushin' after all, smacking into her is good and fleshy.
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"Get!" Cool. Cool, she couldn't begin to think about moving even if they hadn't made her remain in place to be fucked with alternating thrusts. "Hell!"
Their guess where that sentence was headed would be better than hers. She dry sobs into Hyde's skin and chews his neck up like an animal, to match the pistonimg cock from him and Harry and him, and Harry, and humiliatingly she's starting to salivate so much a rope of it trails down her wrist.
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"I," she about shouts it into him, "fucking love," twisting 'round for a kiss affords Hyde the opportunity to get his teeth in her as roughly as she had him, "whatever you're doing," her lower half convulses and rolls forward, mindless, "to me!"
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