Valentine, Part Three
Saltine returned from the kitchen and sat down on the bed beside us while Pup continued to fuck me from behind. They smiled, reaching down to rub my clit as Pup laid his hand over my throat, as if to just test the give of it, barely squeezing.
We alternated between Saltine kissing me and Pup choking me until Saltine sat up at the head of the bed and Pup rolled me over so that I was on my stomach. He slipped out of me, letting me get level with Saltine’s lips. They were swollen, parted slightly like an invitation. Pup pushed my face closer between Saltine’s legs before entering me again.
I loved the feeling of being used like that while I ate pussy. I tried to pace myself with Pup’s thrusts, focusing intense attention on Saltine’s clit when Pup got harder and deeper, pulling back and teasing my lips over the sensitive creases between their thighs and pubis when he would abate.
“You like that, baby?” Pup asked Saltine over my shoulder.
“Yeah,” they moaned. “She’s really good at this.”
I couldn’t help myself. I lifted my head away from Saltine’s pussy and looked over my shoulder at Pup, shooting him the smuggest expression I could muster. He slipped out of me and slapped me playfully. “Don’t give me that attitude.”
Saltine wriggled out from under me and headed toward the kitchen. I heard the door to the freezer open.
“No,” I turned and, through the doorway, saw Saltine pulling the glass dildo out of the freezer. They smiled before walking to the other end of the kitchen. I heard the sink turn on. “You said you weren’t going to,” I pouted. “It’s going to be too cold. I don’t wanna.”
“Hold her down,” Saltine said as she stepped back into the bedroom, and before I could really react, I felt my face being pressed down into the mattress.