Ivy Bathory

[37] : Go lower.

Claude gradually pulled away after a while, rising up to kiss the girl's lips. He then stepped away from the confines of Ivy's lips, leaving her utterly stark naked. Kent's eyes didn't fail to notice the huge bulge in both their shorts, popping out for all attention. Considering he had his hands cuffed behind him, he couldn't do a thing to cover himself and was forced to openly stand there, unshielded from the blue eyes that shifted in his direction.

Claude came and stood before him, towering over the boy by nearly three inches. Kent coiled into himself, wondering what the man planned on doing with him. But he simply passed him, rounding kitchen so that he stood behind the counter top and behind Ivy. The short width of the countertop allowed him to reach out and comfortably take a good hold of the girl in that position. He gently pushed some hair away from her shoulder, pushing it to fall across her back and lightly pecking her opened skin. Her eyes turn to Kent, that twisting dirty intent still vivid.

"Open up for gorgeous."

It was officially clear that with this man in the room, he had all the power. Ivy tilted her head to the right as his lips climbed up her neck, her own mouth curling up into a smile, but she instantly did as told, placing the tips to the soles of her feet on the edge of the clean white countertop, her thighs spread wide open to display her dripping self. Her body bent in away that made her look all the more enticing. Kent struggled to keep his blush down, instead focusing on what went on before him. King slid his hands from behind her hips, gliding them down to meet the sensitive wet skin between her legs. Running his fingers all over her gently, soothing and caressing the ache between her thighs, rubbing the juices all over the walls of her cunt.

She moaned, drawing the boy's green eyes up to check on her. Was it wrong to enjoy watching this? Was it creepy that this turned him on immensely? Watching some other person provide pleasure to her in such a way? Was it inappropriate that he didn't mind joining them one bit? Truth was he hasn't been told much about this section of life. Except for the 'get a girlfriend when your older and stay loyal to only her', Kent hasn't bothered to check what is right or wrong when it came to the bedroom. All he knew was that sex was a necessary requirement for him to get kids. Yet the people before had their own definition of the word.

"Come closer."

His stomach tied into twists as he took a reluctant chance closer, his still sorely trained on how Claude's fingers lazily playing with Ivy's clit, thrumming and stroking her. The girl couldn't help moaning.

"Step between her thighs."

He let his green eyes flutter up to their faces, but they were too engrossed in themselves to watch him, knowing well that he'd submit and do what is told of him. All three let out labored breaths, chests heaving. He took his place between her thighs, making sure to keep a mere distance in fear, his eyes didn't leave the action the man kept himself busy with. Claude bit Ivy's ear lobe.

"Pull him closer, princess."

Kent didn't have time to understand that before the girl's legs quickly wrapped around his waist, pulling him smack against her. His jaw ticked with a strain when instead of his hardened cock meeting her cunt they slammed against Claude's working knuckles, they brushed his crotch as he continued to work on Ivy. She hummed, coiling her legs around his waist so tightly, his groin smashed against Claude's fingers, pushing them harder against her clit so that the intensity of the action magnified and the speed of his fingers grew.

Claude groaned into her ears, clutching the other side of her hips with his hands. Kent bit his lip, his erection throbbed against his jeans. He tried to hold himself back, it was easy considering there wasn't much he do while tied up. Conversely, his body ignorantly leaned down to the lips that parted and let out moans, pecking them and moistening its skin with his saliva. Ivy's eyes batted open, blinking up at him. A smile made it way into her lips, she brought her hands over the back of his head, sinking her tongue into his mouth tugging the ends of his hair. A groan involuntarily left his lips.