Jekyll's already red in the face, but she does get a reaction from him still by way of wide eyes. He nods quickly, "Y-yes of course...!!" Really good!! So good he's upset about it!
His skittishness serves as a reminder of her own fragility, and a little of the embarrassment she should feel to ask something so bold. But why’s he seem so panicked about it?
“Really?” she asks tentatively, taken aback by his suspicious expression. He’s not saying it so she doesn’t feel poorly, right...? Her feet find purchase on the bottom of the tub.
"Absolutely!" Oh no did he do something wrong? Is she disgusted with him too? He panics even more, wringing his hands. "You don't have to do that, though..." It's probably gross, she probably hates it.
Don't worry he's right here. "He means he likes it so much he's ashamed." He's here and he's rolling his eyes. "And obviously there's no way you'd want to suck on a dirty knob since you're absolutely innocent, right?"
Jekyll nods a little. His brother knows him, he's got it on the money. "That's a bit crude, but, yes..."
She’s so appalled by his obscene way of putting it and shocked by the presumption of innocence (in thei middle of screwing!) that she jerks, bumping back into their Hyde and savior. At least her heart recovers.
“Uh-uhhmm!” Paloma cough-splutters. Her vag’s ache feels rather pointed. “What! No, I? We...? No!”
Someone ought to tell him what they did in the car, with voyeurs.
"It's alright, really, if you're put off." Not just from the fellatio but that he could put his hands on her the way that he did? Everything else he'd do with her that hasn't been yet?
No, no one tell him he'll be too embarrassed and turned on.
She twists her neck trying to look Hyde in the face and check whether his brother is honestly for real. What, her bewildered frown says. What!
Paloma turns it back around and breathes out, resolving to disavow him of that notion. He's well in reach of a friendly hand seeking out his cock and curling over it with gentle determination. “Did... Edward say what I pretended to do earlier...?”
"Hm? No?" What she do? With that mouth? "What do you mean?" Also what she do With that hand, hello.
Hyde's just surprised she's going to bring that up, but he shrugs his shoulders at her in regard to Jekyll being for real. Yeah he is, who the fuck knows why.
They didn't have the exact same upbringing, she knows, so she can't expect them to have the same understanding. The same social... skills.
Same dick though. Paloma fondles him and hopes for the best.
Her voice takes on a strain. "Um. Well. We weren't as early as we could've been, because... we spent some time in the backseat," aaand she chickens out of the rest.
"O-Oh? In the, in the car?" In the parking lot? Like, in public? At least it would have been dark... He shouldn't think about it, it's only going to turn him on, not scandalise! And he needs to make her think he's not a filthy slut.
"What else has a backseat?" Hyde is helpful as always. "Don't try to act like you've never done it, either!"
Is she imagining that the cock in her hand became just a little more rigid? Must be. After getting sucked on, naturally it feels hard. She dedicates herself to exploring the shaft and kneading around its base.
"In the car," she confirms, bumping Hyde in a silent scold. Paloma watches the work being done on Jekyll to avoid his eyes. "With people watching, but my face covered."
Maybe not, but his breathing gets more and more shallow and stilted. "Oh..." He'd have liked to watch too. Or to either be the one fucking her or in her position. Any part of it sounds exciting and shameful. "Did you, ah, have fun?" Did his voice just crack?
Someone had fun, or why are there hickeys dancing the length of her neck? Left, right, center?
His voice DID crack! Elated and mortified in equal measure, she rediscovers his balls, rolling them lovingly in her palm. Hyde's dick sticks up between her ass-cheeks, so he can't whine about forgetting him.
"Ah... I think so." Playing it cool, be cool. "Someone went up to the window."
She lacks the courage to describe what she did next.
"...Oh." Thaaat sounds hot, shit. He chews his lip and reaches behind himself for purchase on the tub.
But Hyde IS neglected! He's gotta rub himself against her to get anything! But for once he won't complain because he's too invested in watching her confess.
That's a real shame. Paloma's posture worsens, and she slouches as the vestiges of her courage dwindle to just about nothing.
"Yeah," she says vaguely, stroking Jekyll and happier for seeing how he needs physical support. Hyde can rub himself as much as he likes in her ass, he's earned it.
"I, ah, I've been with complete strangers..." He mumbles it reluctantly, just so she doesn't think he's going to think poorly of her for anything that might have happened!! If she sucked the guy's dick then good for her, it's less shameful when they'll never see you again amd don't know who you are!!!
He picks the right time to develop a spine. His notions of innocence are dashed, she thinks, and that isn't the response of a disappointed person. Maybe she should finish confessing.
Paloma bites her lips. "... And I licked the glass, where he had his dick out." Hyde had loved that. She massages Jekyll's cock with both hands.
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."
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“Really?” she asks tentatively, taken aback by his suspicious expression. He’s not saying it so she doesn’t feel poorly, right...? Her feet find purchase on the bottom of the tub.
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“Oh.”
That was a hint that she should stop, right, he’s just trying to spare her feelings? Where is Hyde when two weenies need him??
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Jekyll nods a little. His brother knows him, he's got it on the money. "That's a bit crude, but, yes..."
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“Uh-uhhmm!” Paloma cough-splutters. Her vag’s ache feels rather pointed. “What! No, I? We...? No!”
Someone ought to tell him what they did in the car, with voyeurs.
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No, no one tell him he'll be too embarrassed and turned on.
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Paloma turns it back around and breathes out, resolving to disavow him of that notion. He's well in reach of a friendly hand seeking out his cock and curling over it with gentle determination. “Did... Edward say what I pretended to do earlier...?”
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Hyde's just surprised she's going to bring that up, but he shrugs his shoulders at her in regard to Jekyll being for real. Yeah he is, who the fuck knows why.
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Same dick though. Paloma fondles him and hopes for the best.
Her voice takes on a strain. "Um. Well. We weren't as early as we could've been, because... we spent some time in the backseat," aaand she chickens out of the rest.
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"What else has a backseat?" Hyde is helpful as always. "Don't try to act like you've never done it, either!"
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"In the car," she confirms, bumping Hyde in a silent scold. Paloma watches the work being done on Jekyll to avoid his eyes. "With people watching, but my face covered."
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His voice DID crack! Elated and mortified in equal measure, she rediscovers his balls, rolling them lovingly in her palm. Hyde's dick sticks up between her ass-cheeks, so he can't whine about forgetting him.
"Ah... I think so." Playing it cool, be cool. "Someone went up to the window."
She lacks the courage to describe what she did next.
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But Hyde IS neglected! He's gotta rub himself against her to get anything! But for once he won't complain because he's too invested in watching her confess.
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"Yeah," she says vaguely, stroking Jekyll and happier for seeing how he needs physical support. Hyde can rub himself as much as he likes in her ass, he's earned it.
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Paloma bites her lips. "... And I licked the glass, where he had his dick out." Hyde had loved that. She massages Jekyll's cock with both hands.
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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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