beauty bouncing on his dick

Emily sighed deeply as she let herself in through the front door of her boyfriend’s apartment, her mind still reeling from the long shift she’d just worked at the diner. Serving greasy burgers and fries to ungrateful customers all night had left her feeling utterly drained. What she needed was a nice, long soak in the tub and then an early night, preferably with Matt’s strong arms wrapped around her.

But as she made her way down the short hallway, the sounds of moaning and slapping skin reached her ears. Pausing, she listened more closely, her heart beginning to race with a mix of anger and arousal. The door to Matt’s bedroom was ajar, and light spilled out into the darkened entryway. With trembling hands, she pushed it open.

There, sprawled out on the bed, was her boyfriend’s fling from work, Natasha. The stunning Russian beauty was naked, her pert breasts heaving as she bounced enthusiastically on Matt’s rigid member. Tanned, toned legs flexed with each movement, and her pert, round ass jiggled with the force of her grinding.

Emily felt a surge of jealousy, but it was quickly replaced by something else – an inexplicable surge of lust. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her. Natasha’s moans grew louder as she leaned back, arching her spine and giving Emily a perfect view of the thick cock disappearing between her taut, glistening lower lips.

Natasha’s almond-shaped eyes fluttered open, and she froze for a moment, nearly caught. But then, a wicked grin spread across her full lips. She put a finger to them, shushing Emily before crooking it, beckoning her closer. As if in a trance, Emily crept forwards, her heart pounding in her chest.

Matt was too lost in pleasure to notice her, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration as he gripped Natasha’s slim hips in his hands, guiding her movements. Natasha locked eyes with Emily and crooked a finger at her once more.

“Don’t just stand there,” she purred in her sulfurous accent. “Come…play with us.”

Swallowing hard, Emily knew she should turn and flee, leave Matt to his infidelities and go back to her dingy apartment. But the erotic scene was too much to resist. She kicked off her shoes and reached for the buttons of her uniform, releasing them one by one.

Natasha’s gaze never left hers as she wiggled out of her panties, a damp patch clearly visible in the crotch. She bent slowly, giving Matt her full attention as she began to slurp and suckle at his straining manhood. He groaned in delight, lost in the soft, wet heat of her talented mouth.

Emboldened, Emily slid up onto the platform bed, situating herself between her boyfriend’s legs. She could smell the hot, musky aroma of their combined arousal, and felt a fresh tingle of desire shimmy down her spine.

Smiling coyly at Natasha, Emily leaned down and ran her tongue along the sensitive strip of flesh connecting Matt’s cock to his balls. He gasped, and Natasha popped off of him to watch, a wicked glint in her eye.

“Ooh, not bad,” she purred. “But you’re going to have to do better than that, malyshka.”

It was a challenge, and Emily was ready to meet it. She swallowed Matt down to the root in one smooth motion, savoring the familiar taste as she suckled him firmly. His cock pulsed in her mouth, throbbing with need. Emily increased the pace, sliding up and down his length as Natasha watched, her eyes dark with lust.

Emboldened by her Russian counterpart, Emily released Matt’s cock and instead focused her attention on his balls, laving them with her tongue while she jacked him off firmly. He was baking with heat and need, and she could taste his desire on her tongue. Spurred on by Natasha’s encouragement, Emily slid a hand down to cup her mound, stroking her slick folds firmly.

Natasha reached out and took Emily’s wrist, pulling her hand away and bringing her fingers to her own lips. She sucked on them slowly, swirling her tongue around each digit, her honey-brown eyes never leaving Emily’s.

“So sweet,” she purred. “I want to taste her, Matty.”

Emily’s boyfriend nodded weakly, his face flushed with exertion and arousal. Taking that as her cue, Natasha pushed Emily onto her back and settled between her trembling thighs. She ran her tongue along her lower lips experimentally before beginning to feast on her in earnest. Emily gasped at the sensation, bucking her hips into that talented mouth.

Natasha worked her over with a steady enthusiasm, alternating between flicking her tongue along Emily’s clit and burying it in her needy channel. Emily fisted her hands in the Russian beauty’s hair, pulling her deeper into her heat.

Matt watched them, his cock twitching and leaking with excitement. After a few moments, he repositioned himself, straddling Emily’s face and sliding his thick member between her lips once more. She sucked him greedily, savoring the salty tang of his precum.

It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak. Throwing her head back, Emily cried out in pleasure as her cunt clenched and quivered, her orgasm ripping through her in pulsing waves. An instant later, Matt’s cock erupted in her mouth, and he pumped spurt after spurt of hot, viscous semen down her throat.

Panting, they collapsed in a tangle of discernible limbs, Matt’s spent member nestled between Emily’s breasts. She caught her breath, then looked over at Natasha with new eyes. The pretty Russian looked smug and satisfied, and Emily felt a sudden burst of affection for her.

“Hey,” she said softly, reaching out to cup that heart-shaped face. “I’m Emily.”

“Natasha,” the other girl replied, a soft smile on her face.

And with that, the ice was broken. The three of them laid there basking in the afterglow of their tryst, already making plans for future encounters – threesomes au naturel, toys, costumes, you name it.

Emily knew that these encounters would always come with a risk, but right now, she couldn’t bring herself to care. The only thing that mattered was the heat of two bodies pressed against her own, and the promise of more pleasure to come.