[She gives Billy her hand, gaze so full of adoration it's borderline obscene. She says, aloud, while Billy spits and lathers her palm: ] He looks beautiful, he always looks beautiful, Eddie.
[There's a simple truth: Billy always looks especially beautiful when he's horny-drunk, or fucked out, or so deep in the mood he's just action, movement, heat. It takes a little moment of shifting - Jem edging her hips up and using her other hand to finally steer Eddie's cock against her cunt properly, to ease down onto him with a little sigh. After, she braces the hand on his belly, leans forward and catch Billy's mouth with her own, and reaches down to wrap her wet hand around his cock.
It's a slow thing. She can't really ride Eddie the way she usually does and and stroke Billy's dick at the same time. So it's slow, it's all especially deliberate, and it should, at least, drive Billy insane. ] How does his mouth feel, baby?
[ His face floods with red, eyes glassy and horny and so fucking loving. He thinks, maybe, he should be jealous, watching Jem line Eddie's cock up against her cunt, watches the way her hips angle down, pressing until his cock slides in. Billy watches the way she reacts, her breathing, her twitching hips. He knows what Jem's like when she's getting fucked intimately. He knows what Eddie's feeling, having her warm, tight wet heat around him.
He's focus entirely on it, if Eddie wasn't eating his asshole. ]
He's good, fuck— [ Eddie's big palms grip his thighs, drag him down, and between the insistent mouthing and Jem's hand on his dick, he's panting. ] Fuck, baby, [ Who's he talking to? Jem? Eddie? Hard to say, but his hand drag down across Eddie's belly too, grounding himself when he grinds down on that wicked tongue. ]
[ It starts slow, deliberate, and Jem's right, the longer it goes on, the more desperate Billy gets, slowly setting into a grind, until he's matching Jem, tone needy when he grinds out, ] Eddie, fuck, Eddie, Eddie— [ while his hands find Jem's ribcage, palms running up to her tits. ]
( his name on Billy's lips sounds like a prayer and Jem paints him a pretty picture; he can picture it in his mind's eye because Billy's looked good cock-drunk, fucked out each time they've fallen together.
he groans against Billy's taint as Jem sinks down on him, the heat of her familiar and enthralling all the same. she feels so good that his hips stutter up, cockhead aiming for nothing and everything all the same. he wants to hear those shuddering breaths, the little moans that he wishes he could record and keep for himself.
he's going to go insane, he thinks between the desperation they're showing. his fingers join his tongue at Billy's hole, pressing inside and stretching him wider and letting out moans of his own each time Jem rocks down just right. they could all come apart together, they will. he will, he'll come apart and be rebuilt just for them, piece by piece as he has been the last few weeks. )
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[There's a simple truth: Billy always looks especially beautiful when he's horny-drunk, or fucked out, or so deep in the mood he's just action, movement, heat. It takes a little moment of shifting - Jem edging her hips up and using her other hand to finally steer Eddie's cock against her cunt properly, to ease down onto him with a little sigh. After, she braces the hand on his belly, leans forward and catch Billy's mouth with her own, and reaches down to wrap her wet hand around his cock.
It's a slow thing. She can't really ride Eddie the way she usually does and and stroke Billy's dick at the same time. So it's slow, it's all especially deliberate, and it should, at least, drive Billy insane. ] How does his mouth feel, baby?
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He's focus entirely on it, if Eddie wasn't eating his asshole. ]
He's good, fuck— [ Eddie's big palms grip his thighs, drag him down, and between the insistent mouthing and Jem's hand on his dick, he's panting. ] Fuck, baby, [ Who's he talking to? Jem? Eddie? Hard to say, but his hand drag down across Eddie's belly too, grounding himself when he grinds down on that wicked tongue. ]
[ It starts slow, deliberate, and Jem's right, the longer it goes on, the more desperate Billy gets, slowly setting into a grind, until he's matching Jem, tone needy when he grinds out, ] Eddie, fuck, Eddie, Eddie— [ while his hands find Jem's ribcage, palms running up to her tits. ]
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he groans against Billy's taint as Jem sinks down on him, the heat of her familiar and enthralling all the same. she feels so good that his hips stutter up, cockhead aiming for nothing and everything all the same. he wants to hear those shuddering breaths, the little moans that he wishes he could record and keep for himself.
he's going to go insane, he thinks between the desperation they're showing. his fingers join his tongue at Billy's hole, pressing inside and stretching him wider and letting out moans of his own each time Jem rocks down just right. they could all come apart together, they will. he will, he'll come apart and be rebuilt just for them, piece by piece as he has been the last few weeks. )