ffm threesome

I recently had a threesome with a woman and a man. They, a wonderfully nice, happy, sweet, open-minded naughty couple, asked me to be a part of their sexual escapades. The night was young and our mood good, so why not, is just do. It.
I want to tell you about this woman.
Give her that higher stage of splendor that I feel she deserves.
She has blond hair and blue eyes.
Female full sexy lips.
The same can be said about her ass. Lascivious, I find that a beautiful word and here in its right place.
This is an ode to this woman.
And actually also her sweat.
That may sound crazy to you, I can understand that.
You may find it dirty or rancid even, if you read this. You may.
For me it was everything except that.
Maybe it’s a question of been there or being there.
Does this sound like an open invitation to you?
Well done. Take it.
So you know:
I’m not just talking about just sweat here. I’m talking about shiny horny sweat.
I will clarify this with an example from that night. One of many, but this one’s to share.
As he fucked her, I looked at her.
Eyes half closed, lips slightly apart, her tongue mine.
While I kissed her, I felt him in her. Rhythmic tongues, fucking. My fingers, his cock, her orgasm.
Her orgasm was summum. A measure pleasure state of mind. It was horny, for all three of us. A dream of an example. Set by her.
Can you imagine? Picture this then. Her back was wet. From the sex she got from all sides.
This sweat doesn’t smell. It indicates how much the other person is enjoying him, or in this case, herself.
I like that. A lot.
Better, the hotter. The hotter, better.
The knife cuts both ways. Even if there’s three.
It’s always hers first and then him and I’m the cherry on top. If she wants to.
As it should.
In threesomes, if you play by the rules, you can fuck (the rules).
Both ways is double advantage is double as much fun is double as much enjoyment. Double dildo, yes, also present. How that went, I’ll tell you later.

To be continued.

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All artwork by Puck Rietveld