[ robert watches her, devouring with his eyes. she's absolutely gorgeous when she's in the throes of passion - her mouth open, lips parted, gasping for both lovers. her pleasure is the priority, the thing that drives both he and cooper mad. they want nothing but the best for her, and while cooper is new to this game - a third was always meant to be invited. robert grits his teeth, watching veronica suck at him. cooper's hips thrust wildly, and robert can tell that those words are what will make cooper come unraveled.
come inside me, cowboy.
cooper grips veronica's hips, rutting into her again and again before he finally climaxes - he whimpers, broken, and then a low growl of lust as his cock pulses and ropes of hot come fill veronica. it begins to leak around them, and cooper thrusts it back into her, still half hard. he wants to make her come again, so he moves his hips slowly, shallowly thrusting. ]
Come on, baby, that ain't the end of the party, now is it?
[ he coos, voice thick like molasses from a jar. burnt salt. gravelly whiskey. he's not spent, not yet, so he continues to thrust into veronica, picking up the pace. robert groans, finally a crack in the armor. he watches them both climax, and he's astonished that cooper can keep up like this - still thrusting, still rutting. it's enough to make his eyes flash with lust. he grips the back of veronica's head, not hard, not rough, but so gentle that he brushes her earlobe with his thumb.
cooper watches robert come, his cock spurting white, and it causes him to pick up his pace once again. they're all still together, connected by the sex, connected by the flesh. the most acceptable form of cannibalism is physical love, the way they eat at veronica and want to lick the plate clean. ]
[ veronica thought she had peaked, but the fire keeps blazing inside her and keeping her hot. somehow, the pleasure keeps increasing. the feeling of cooper spilling inside her, the way he keeps pumping into her and rolling his hips with perfectly paced stamina is intoxicating. truly, she can't get enough.
she's touched herself to this exact image, imagined what he might of felt like, how he would have treated her and pleasured her. this is the quickest she's ever agreed to sleep with a man, probably because she felt like she already had thousands of times before. this felt natural, this felt damn near fated. it wasn't, of course. she knew it was just dumb luck in the most fitting place imaginable.
her eyes flashed back up to robert, lapping up his release like it was the sweetest cream she'd ever tasted. mmmming and licking her lips and fingers, savoring his taste. with heavy lidded eyes on him, she takes some of his come onto her dainty fingers and presses it to cooper's lips]
Wanna taste, baby? You deserve a treat.
[ she can feel another eruption of rapture flow through her and her quick gasps turn into high-pitched whimpers and curses ]
oh my god, oh my god, cooper... robert... fuck... more please.
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come inside me, cowboy.
cooper grips veronica's hips, rutting into her again and again before he finally climaxes - he whimpers, broken, and then a low growl of lust as his cock pulses and ropes of hot come fill veronica. it begins to leak around them, and cooper thrusts it back into her, still half hard. he wants to make her come again, so he moves his hips slowly, shallowly thrusting. ]
Come on, baby, that ain't the end of the party, now is it?
[ he coos, voice thick like molasses from a jar. burnt salt. gravelly whiskey. he's not spent, not yet, so he continues to thrust into veronica, picking up the pace. robert groans, finally a crack in the armor. he watches them both climax, and he's astonished that cooper can keep up like this - still thrusting, still rutting. it's enough to make his eyes flash with lust. he grips the back of veronica's head, not hard, not rough, but so gentle that he brushes her earlobe with his thumb.
cooper watches robert come, his cock spurting white, and it causes him to pick up his pace once again. they're all still together, connected by the sex, connected by the flesh. the most acceptable form of cannibalism is physical love, the way they eat at veronica and want to lick the plate clean. ]
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she's touched herself to this exact image, imagined what he might of felt like, how he would have treated her and pleasured her. this is the quickest she's ever agreed to sleep with a man, probably because she felt like she already had thousands of times before. this felt natural, this felt damn near fated. it wasn't, of course. she knew it was just dumb luck in the most fitting place imaginable.
her eyes flashed back up to robert, lapping up his release like it was the sweetest cream she'd ever tasted. mmmming and licking her lips and fingers, savoring his taste. with heavy lidded eyes on him, she takes some of his come onto her dainty fingers and presses it to cooper's lips]
Wanna taste, baby? You deserve a treat.
[ she can feel another eruption of rapture flow through her and her quick gasps turn into high-pitched whimpers and curses ]
oh my god, oh my god, cooper... robert... fuck... more please.