The Throuple
Anna lounged on the plush sectional in their dimly lit living room, her long and luscious legs crossed elegantly, the sheer black nylons hugging her calves like a second skin, the sensuous smile on the blonde knockout’s lips was sly and all knowing. She glanced at Bryan, her boyfriend of two years tall chestnut hair and a body to die for, who was fiddling with his phone on the armchair across from her. He looked tired from work, his broad shoulders slumped, but that only made her pulse quicken. Tonight was the night she’d been planning for weeks. Heather, her secret lover and the woman she craved to bring into their relationship, would arrive any minute. Anna hadn’t breathed a word of her throuple fantasy to Bryan yet. He was traditional, resistant to anything outside the norm, but she knew she could change that—with a little help.
Anna was a bio-tech wiz and her research yielded a discovery that gave her just the edge she needed to “re-arrange” Bryan’s thinking. In her purse, hidden away, was a small vial of “the veil.” She’d shared her discovery with Heather, who immediately agreed it was just the tool they needed to help persuade Bryan. The drug was a colorless chemical, odorless to most, but when applied as a lip gloss or misted onto fabrics like nylons, it seeped into the senses. Subtle at first, it dulled resistance, opened the mind to suggestion, and with repeated exposure, rewired desires. Hypnosis in a bottle, Heather appropriately named it, and Anna’s lips tingled just thinking about the two women using it tonight. She’d already applied a thin layer of the gloss version, her mouth shimmering innocently under the lamp light, ready to pounce on the unsuspecting Bryan.
The doorbell rang, and Anna’s heart raced. She stood, smoothing her short red dress that clung to her curves, and opened the door to reveal Heather. Tall and athletic and stunning, with long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, Heather wore a fitted green top and a pencil skirt that accentuated her toned legs, encased in sheer nude nylons. She carried a bottle of wine, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she leaned in to kiss Anna’s cheek—close enough that their lips nearly brushed.
“Bryan, honey,” Anna called sweetly, “Heather’s here for that movie night we planned.”
Bryan looked up, forcing a smile. He knew Heather from a few casual hangouts—Anna’s “work friend”—but he sensed something off about her lingering gazes. “Hey, Heather. Grab a seat.” He gestured vaguely, returning to his phone. It wasn’t that Bryan didn’t find Heather to be attractive, she was gorgeous after all, but Anna was enough for him even though he had to it Heather’s skirt was hard not to notice.
Heather settled beside Anna on the couch, their thighs touching. As they chatted about mundane things—work, the latest shows, the two took out pills resembling breath mints, quickly swallowing them—Heather discreetly pulled a tiny spray bottle from her purse. Under the guise of adjusting her shoe, she misted a fine layer onto her nylons, the veil absorbing instantly into the fabric. Anna caught her eye and nodded subtly. The air in the room shifted, though Bryan didn’t notice yet.
They poured wine, the conversation flowing easily between the women while Bryan contributed half-heartedly. Anna leaned into him occasionally, her hand on his knee, but his responses were clipped. “Throuple? What’s that?” he might say if she ever brought it up. No, she needed to ease him in.
As the movie started—a steamy thriller with plenty of tension—Heather stretched her legs, her stockinged foot brushing Bryan’s calf “accidentally.” He shifted away, but Anna pressed closer, her glossed lips grazing the spot just behind his ear as she cooed, “Relax, babe. It’s just us.” The faint scent of her lip gloss wafted toward him, sweet and inviting, carrying the first whisper of the veil.
Halfway through the film, the on-screen couple tangled in a heated embrace, and Anna felt the heat building in her own body. She glanced at Heather, who nodded a silent agreement between the the two that it was time to turn up the seduction.
“I’m so tense from the day,” Heather sighed, kicking off her heels. Her bare feet, nylons intact, flexed invitingly. She wiggled her toes, the veil-laced fabric shimmering faintly. “Bryan, you look like you could give a good foot rub. Anna’s told me you’re amazing at it”
Bryan chuckled awkwardly. “Nah, I’m sure Anna wouldn’t like that.” But Anna pouted, her hand sliding up his thigh. “Come on, be nice to our guest.” Her fingers traced circles, inching higher, and he felt a strange warmth spreading from her touch. The gloss on her lips caught the light as she smiled.
Heather didn’t wait for permission. She swung her legs over the coffee table, positioning her feet near Bryan’s lap. “Just a little,” she cooed, her voice soft and melodic. One stockinged toe extended, brushing his knee, then higher. The was light, but as the nylon grazed his skin, Bryan inhaled sharply. The veil’s mist clung to the air around her feet, subtle particles entering his nostrils with each breath.
“Heather why do your feet smell so nice? What do you actually perfume them or something?”
“Well I’d be embarrassed if I came over and you told me they smelled bad, here see?”
At first, he pulled back. “Heather, what—“ But Anna was there, her body pressing against his side, her breath hot on his neck. “Shh, it’s okay. Let her relax you.” Her hand cupped his jaw, turning his face toward Heather’s approaching foot.
The stockinged toes rubbed gently along his cheek, the smooth nylon sliding over his stubble. Bryan froze, his mind screaming resistance—this was weird, invasive—but his body betrayed him. The veil worked its way in, a foggy haze dulling the edges of his thoughts. The scent was faint, like cheery blossoms and something deeper, pulling him under. His eyelids grew heavy as Heather’s toes traced his jawline, then pressed lightly against his nose.
“Breathe it in,” Heather murmured, her voice a soothing command. “Deep breaths, Bryan. Let the tension melt away.”
He tried to turn away, but Anna’s fingers tightened on his chin. “Good boy,” she whispered, her glossed lips hovering near his neck. Before he could protest, she leaned in and planted a single, deliberate kiss on the pulse point along the side of his throat. The gloss transferred instantly, cool and slick against his warm skin. The veil seeped through, targeting the rapid beat of his heart, flooding his veins with compliance.
Bryan’s resistance began to crack his body going slack, falling back into the cushions. The toes on his face rubbed slower now, circling his nostrils, forcing him to inhale the hypnotic mist. Colors from the TV blurred, sounds muffled, and Heather’s voice filled the void. “That’s it. Feel yourself sinking, deeper and deeper. No worries, no resistance. Just listen to my soothing voice.”
Anna watched, her pussy aching with arousal. She slipped her hand under Bryan’s shirt, nails raking his chest. “You’re ours tonight, Bryan. Open your mind my love.”
He mumbled something incoherent, but his hands didn’t push Heather away. Instead, they rested limply on his thighs as her foot continued its lazy massage on his face pulling him deeper into her drug induced hypnotic spell.
Heather withdrew her foot slowly, leaving Bryan dazed, his cheeks flushed from the friction. Anna kissed his neck again, this time lingering, her tongue flicking out to taste the gloss-smeared skin.
“How do you feel, love?” she asked, her voice husky.
“Foggy,” he itted, blinking slowly. The veil’s initial dose had him pliable, but not broken. He shook his head, trying to clear it.
“This isn’t... we shouldn’t...”
Heather laughed softly, standing and dimming the lights further. The room felt smaller, more intimate, shadows dancing on the walls. She straddled the arm of Bryan’s chair, her skirt riding up to expose more of her nyloned thighs.
“Shouldn’t what? Enjoy ourselves? Anna and I have been talking, Bryan, ..all of us.”
His eyes widened, the word “us” hitting like a spark. “What do you mean?”
Anna slid onto his lap, facing him, her dress hiking up as she ground subtly against his crotch. She could feel him hardening despite himself—the veil amplified physical responses and he was well attuned to her lithe body.
“I want you to meet Heather properly,” Anna purred, her glossed lips brushing his mouth. But she held back the kiss, teasing. “I want us to be together, you Heather, me, sharing everything.”
Bryan stiffened, both in body and resolve. “A throuple? Anna, no. That’s not me. I love you, but this... it’s crazy.” He tried to push her off, but his hands gripped her hips instead, pulling her closer involuntarily.
Heather leaned in from the side, her stockinged foot returning—this time sliding up his inner thigh, toes curling against the growing bulge in his pants. The veil mist teased him again, rubbing firmly now.
“Shh, don’t fight it. Breathe.” Her toes pressed into his groin, massaging through the fabric, the nylon slick with the chemical’s residue.
Bryan gasped, his hips bucking slightly. The haze returned, thicker. Anna took advantage, finally pressing her lips to his neck once more, sucking gently on the pulse point. The gloss renewed its hold, helplessness washing over him like a wave. His arms fell to his sides, head lolling back, he loved her lips and her full mouth. Bryan could feel his resistance waning.
“Listen to our voices,” Heather continued, her foot working rhythmically, toes tracing the outline of his cock through his jeans. “Feel how good it is to let go as you Imagine it—Anna’s pussy wrapped around you while I kiss her, our bodies all tangled. You in the middle, pleasing us both.”
The words sank in, planting seeds. Bryan’s mind rebelled—this is wrong—but his body responded. His cock throbbed under Heather’s foot, pre-cum dampening his underwear. Anna rocked against him, her own wetness soaking her panties.
“You’re getting so hard for us baby,” Anna whispered, nipping his earlobe. “it it this feels right.”
He groaned, the stockinged toes now rubbing his face again, the scent wafting around his nose, sweet, irresistible, the veil lulled him deeper, any thoughts of resistance fading to whispers.
They moved him to the bedroom, Bryan stumbling between them, his mind a swirl of fog and desire. The women undressed him slowly, Anna peeling off his shirt while Heather unzipped his pants, her nyloned legs brushing his naked skin. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, betraying his feeble verbal protests.
“No, wait,” he slurred as they pushed him onto the bed, but Heather was already climbing on, her skirt discarded, nylons still on. She positioned her feet on either side of his head, toes dangling near his face.
“Suck them,” she commanded softly, the veil’s mist potent up close. Bryan hesitated, then parted his lips, tongue darting out to lick the nylon sole. The taste was salty-sweet reminding him of salty caramel popcorn, the chemical flooding his senses. He sucked greedily, the act pulling him further under her spell.
Anna stripped her dress, revealing lace lingerie, and straddled his waist. She ground her pussy against his cock, slick folds parting around the shaft without penetration yet. “Feel how wet I am for this, Bryan. For us.” Her hands pinned his shoulders, and she leaned down, kissing his neck repeatedly, sensuously licking and nibbling—each glossed press a deeper surrender as his mind focused only on the pleasure he was feeling.
Helpless now, Bryan’s hips thrust up, seeking more friction. Heather’s toes rubbed his nose, his mouth, lulling him with hypnotic strokes her soothing voice focusing his mind on her commands. “Repeat after me,” she said. “I want to be yours. I crave the throuple.”
“I...I… I want...” he mumbled around her toes, the words echoing in his mind.
They took turns, Anna sliding down to take his cock in her mouth, sucking deep while Heather’s feet massaged his face. The veil amplified every sensation—her warm mouth, the nylon’s tease, the commands weaving into his subconscious calling on him to surrender and obey.
Hours blurred as they conditioned him. They fucked him slowly at first—Anna riding his cock while Heather sat on his face, her nyloned thighs smothering him in misted bliss. He licked her pussy through the sheer fabric, the veil making him insatiable.
“You’re our toy now,” Anna moaned, clenching around him as she came, her glossed lips marking his chest with hypnotic kisses, her gloss cool on his chest as the chemical seeped through his skin.
Bryan resisted less each time, the veil eroding his will and by dawn, as Heather’s toes curled in his mouth and Anna’s final kiss sealed his neck, he begged. “Please... I need you both. Make me yours.”
The throuple was born, his submission complete, craving their control forever.
The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets. Bryan lay sprawled on the king-sized bed, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. Anna and Heather flanked him, their bodies pressed close, skin still sticky from the night’s exertions. Anna’s head rested on his shoulder, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his abdomen, while Heather’s leg draped over his thigh, her nylons slightly rumpled but still clinging to her skin. The veil’s effects lingered in the air, a faint, invisible haze that kept Bryan’s mind from fully sharpening.
He stirred, eyes fluttering open. For a moment, confusion flickered—memories of Heather’s toes in his mouth, Anna’s pussy clenching around his cock, the relentless kisses on his neck. “What... happened?” he murmured, his voice thick with the remnants of trance. He tried to sit up, but Anna’s arm tightened around him, pulling him back down.
“Good morning, love,” Anna purred, her glossed lips—freshly reapplied—brushing his earlobe. She hadn’t washed off the previous layer; the veil built cumulatively, each exposure layering deeper into his subconscious. “You were so perfect last night. So open for Heather and I.”
Bryan swallowed hard, his cock twitching involuntarily at the memory. “That wasn’t... I mean, we can’t just...” Resistance bubbled up, but it felt distant, like shouting through water. Heather shifted, her stockinged foot sliding up his leg, toes curling against his balls. Her nylons, resprayed during the night, teased his skin again.
“Can’t what?” Heather asked innocently, propping herself on one elbow. Her free hand reached for the small spray bottle on the nightstand, giving it a quick mist over her feet while he watched, transfixed. “Can’t it how much you loved sucking on my toes? How you begged to fuck us both?”
His face burned, but his body betrayed him—his cock hardening against her sole as she rubbed it slowly, the nylon gliding over his shaft. “Stop,” he said weakly, but his hips lifted slightly, seeking more pressure. Anna chuckled, rolling on top of him, her breasts pressing into his chest. She captured his gaze, her eyes dark with intent.
“Look at me, Bryan,” she commanded softly. “Breathe with me.” She inhaled deeply, her glossed lips parting, and he mirrored her without thinking. The veil’s residue on her breath mingled with his, pulling him back toward that foggy edge. Heather’s toes pressed firmer now, one slipping between his lips. He sucked instinctively, tongue swirling over the sheer fabric, tasting the chemical’s subtle tang.
The women worked in tandem, their seduction a well-rehearsed dance. Anna ground her hips down, her wet pussy lips sliding along his length, coating him in her arousal. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me. To us. Imagine every day like this—me riding your cock while Heather makes you lick her clean.”
Bryan’s mind reeled. This is wrong. I need to stop. But the words dissolved as Heather’s foot returned to pumping his cock, toes gripping and releasing in a hypnotic rhythm. The veil seeped in, dulling the protests. Anna leaned down, her lips finding his neck once more. She kissed the pulse point hard, sucking until a fresh mark bloomed, the gloss sinking into his bloodstream. Helplessness flooded him; his arms went limp, hands clutching the sheets.
“Good boy,” Heather whispered, withdrawing her foot from his mouth only to replace it with her other one, rubbing his nose until he inhaled deeply. “Deeper now. Let the words sink in: You belong to us. Our toy to play with, to share.”
He moaned, the conditioning taking root. Anna lifted her hips and sank down onto his cock, her pussy enveloping him inch by inch. Tight, hot, she rode him slowly, clenching with each downward thrust. “Say it, Bryan. Say you want the throuple.”
‘I... I want...’ The words escaped on a gasp as Heather straddled his chest, her nyloned thighs framing his face. She lowered herself, pressing her pussy against his mouth through the fabric.
“Lick,” she ordered, and he obeyed, tongue lapping at the damp nylon, tasting her juices mixed with the veil.
Anna bounced harder, her ass slapping against his thighs, pussy milking his cock. “Louder. Tell us you’re ours.” The room filled with wet sounds—sucking, slapping, heavy breaths. Bryan’s resistance cracked further; he thrust up into Anna, devouring Heather’s covered folds with desperate licks.
“I want the throuple…”
“I need the throuple…”
“I surrender to the throuple…”
Bryan finally groaned against her, the ission sending a thrill through both women. They came together then—Anna shuddering around his cock, Heather grinding down as her orgasm soaked the nylons. Bryan followed, pumping cum deep into Anna, his body surrendering even as his mind clung to fading doubts.
His women weren’t done with him, after cleaning up with soft towels, they led him to the living room, still naked, his cock semi-hard from the lingering effects. Anna sat him on the couch, straddling his lap again, but this time facing away, her back to his chest. “Time to reinforce,” she said, glancing at Heather.
Heather knelt between his legs, her hands parting Anna’s thighs to expose where Bryan was buried inside her. But she didn’t touch him directly—instead, she sprayed her nylons anew and began rubbing her feet along his calves, up to his knees, teasing higher. The mist rose, enveloping them all.
Anna rocked gently, keeping him hard inside her. “Think about it, Bryan. No more hiding. We share everything—your cock, your mouth, your submission.” She turned her head, kissing his neck from the side, gloss renewing the mark.
He whimpered, hands gripping her hips. Heather’s toes reached his balls, massaging them lightly, then sliding up to where Anna’s pussy gripped him. The nylon brushed his shaft indirectly, sending jolts through him. “Breathe it in,” Heather cooed. “Feel the veil wrapping around your thoughts, you crave this, you need to be our plaything, you want to be our toy”
The afternoon stretched into a haze of repetition. They fed him lunch at the kitchen table, but even there, seduction continued. Anna sat on his lap, feeding him bites while grinding subtly. Heather’s foot found its way under the table, toes rubbing his cock until he was leaking onto the floor. Each deep inhale of the mist, each glossed kiss on his neck, eroded another layer of his will.
By evening, as they lounged by the fireplace, Bryan was pliant. Heather lay with her head in Anna’s lap, but her feet extended to Bryan’s side. He took them without prompting, massaging the arches, then sucking each toe through the nylons, eyes glazing over.
“Tell us what you want baby,” Anna prompted, her fingers in Heather’s hair, but her gaze on him.
“I want to be yours,” he said, voice steady now. “Your toy. Fuck me, use me—whatever you need.”
The women smiled, pulling him into their embrace. The conditioning deepened, the veil ensuring his cravings would only grow.
Anna and Heather built a fire that crackled in the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the room as evening deepened into night. Bryan sat on the plush rug, his back against the couch, legs extended and slightly apart. The veil’s influence hummed through his veins, a constant undercurrent that kept his thoughts soft and pliable. Anna and Heather had positioned him there deliberately, his eyes level with the scene unfolding before him. They lounged on the couch, bodies entwined, their laughter light and teasing as they glanced at him.
“You’ve been such a good boy for us,” Anna said, her voice a sultry drawl. She wore nothing now but the sheer nylons she’d borrowed from Heather, the fabric misted fresh with the chemical, clinging to her thighs like a second skin. Heather mirrored her, topless with her skirt hiked up, exposing the damp patch on her own nylons where arousal had seeped through.
Bryan nodded, his cock already stirring at their proximity. “I... I have,” he replied, the words coming easier now, laced with a growing hunger. The conditioning had woven deep; resistance was a faint echo, drowned out by the pull toward obedience.
Heather leaned in first, capturing Anna’s mouth in a deep kiss. Their lips met with a wet smack, tongues sliding together visibly. Gloss from Anna’s lips smeared onto Heather’s, the veil transferring in the exchange, amplifying the haze in the air. Bryan’s breath hitched as he watched, his hand twitching toward his hardening cock but stopping at Anna’s sharp glance.
“No touching yet,” she commanded, breaking the kiss to nip at Heather’s lower lip. “Watch. Learn how we celebrate you.”
Heather moaned softly, her hands roaming up Anna’s sides to cup her breasts. She squeezed the full mounds, thumbs circling the stiff nipples until they peaked harder. Anna arched into the touch, her head falling back, exposing the column of her throat marked with faint bruises from earlier kisses. The women shifted, Heather pushing Anna back against the cushions, her body covering Anna’s in a fluid press.
Bryan’s cock throbbed, fully erect now, bobbing against his stomach as he stared. The sight of their bodies grinding together—Heather’s hips rolling down, her nyloned thighs parting Anna’s—sent heat pooling in his groin. He shifted uncomfortably, the rug rough against his bare ass, but he didn’t dare move-transfixed by the sight before him.
Heather trailed kisses down Anna’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a new red spot, then lower to her collarbone. Her mouth latched onto one nipple, tongue flicking the bud while her teeth grazed it lightly. Anna gasped, fingers threading into Heather’s hair, pulling her closer. “Yes, just like that,” Anna breathed, her free hand sliding down to rub Heather’s ass through the skirt.
The room filled with their sounds—wet sucks, soft whimpers, the rustle of fabric. Heather’s hand dipped between Anna’s legs, fingers pressing against the nylon barrier over her pussy. She rubbed in firm circles, feeling the heat and wetness building. Anna bucked up, her toes curling in the nylons, the mist releasing a subtle scent that wafted toward Bryan. He inhaled deeply without thinking, the chemical dulling any lingering hesitation, heightening his arousal until pre-cum beaded at his tip.
“Look at him,” Heather murmured against Anna’s skin, glancing over with a wicked smile. “He’s leaking for us already.” She hooked her fingers into the crotch of Anna’s nylons, tearing a small rip to expose her slick folds. Two fingers plunged in immediately, curling to hit that sensitive spot inside. Anna cried out, her pussy clenching around the intrusion, juices coating Heather’s hand as she pumped steadily.
Bryan groaned, his balls tightening. The explicit view—Heather’s fingers disappearing into Anna’s pussy, stretching her open, the squelch of each thrust—made his cock ache. He gripped his thighs to keep from stroking himself, eyes locked on the way Anna’s clit swelled under Heather’s thumb.
Anna reached down, yanking Heather’s skirt higher and mirroring the action. She tore Heather’s nylons open too, the rip echoing sharply. Her fingers slid into Heather’s soaked pussy, matching the rhythm, scissoring inside to stretch her walls. Heather shuddered, her mouth returning to Anna’s breast, sucking harder while her hips ground down onto Anna’s hand.
They moved together, a symphony of moans and slaps—fingers fucking pussies, mouths devouring skin. Heather added a third finger to Anna, stretching her wider, while Anna’s thumb pressed Heather’s clit in tight circles. Their bodies glistened with sweat, breasts heaving, nylons laddered and damp.
Bryan’s mind swam in the veil’s fog, his submission complete in that moment. He craved to , to taste them, to fill them. “Please,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Let me...”
“Not yet baby,” Anna said finally, though her voice wavered with her building climax. She withdrew from Heather, both women now rubbing their clits together, pussies grinding in a slick slide. The friction built fast—Heather’s folds parting around Anna’s, clits bumping with each roll of their hips.
Bryan edged closer on his knees, drawn like a magnet. His cock wept steadily, the head purple and swollen. The air thickened with their scents—musk, arousal, the faint chemical tang—pulling him deeper into trance.
Heather came first, her body tensing as she ground down hard. “Fuck, Anna!” She gasped, pussy spasming, juices squirting lightly onto Anna’s thighs. The sight pushed Anna over, her orgasm ripping through her with a scream, walls fluttering as if fingers still pumped inside.
Panting, they turned to Bryan, eyes dark with renewed hunger. “Now,” Heather beckoned, spreading her legs wide. “ us. Show us your devotion.”
He crawled forward eagerly, no trace of doubt left. His mouth found Heather’s pussy first, tongue delving into the torn nylons to lap at her dripping folds. He sucked her clit gently, then harder, tasting her fresh release mixed with the veil’s residue. Heather’s hands guided his head, pressing him deeper as she moaned.
“You’re ours now,” Anna panted, leaning forward to kiss Heather over his body. Their tongues met again, gloss renewing, while Bryan thrust up into Anna, his balls slapping her skin.
They collapsed in a heap, bodies tangled, breaths syncing. Bryan lay between them, spent but content, the throuple sealed in sweat and submission. The veil ensured it would only deepen from here—nights of endless play, his role as their willing toy etched permanently.
The following morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, painting the bedroom in warm hues. Bryan woke first, nestled between Anna and Heather, their limbs draped over him like a living blanket. No alarms blared; time stretched lazily in their shared haven. He turned his head, pressing a soft kiss to Anna’s shoulder, then Heather’s temple. The veil’s subtle hold lingered, not as a chain but a gentle guide, weaving his devotion into every breath.
Anna stirred, her eyes fluttering open with a sleepy smile. “Morning, love,” she murmured, cupping his cheek. Heather hummed in agreement, nuzzling closer, her hand sliding down his chest to rest over his heart. They valued these quiet starts—proof that their bond transcended the heat of ion. Bryan felt it too, a warmth that filled the spaces the hypnosis had once occupied with fog.
They rose together, a tangle of naked bodies moving to the kitchen. Heather brewed coffee while Anna sliced fruit, Bryan setting plates with easy familiarity. Laughter bubbled as Heather recounted a dream, her foot teasing Bryan’s calf under the table. He grinned, no shame in the spark it ignited. “You two keep me on my toes,” he said, voice steady, eyes bright with affection.
“We adore you like this,” Heather whispered, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Her tongue swept his mouth, transferring the gloss’s tingle. Bryan’s cock hardened instantly, pressing against Anna’s foot as she rubbed it along his length through his shorts. He groaned into the kiss, hands kneading Heather’s soft tits, pinching her nipples until she arched.
“You complete us,” Anna moaned, Heather smiling as she stepped back to take in the sight of her lovers. I knew you would see the beauty of having both of us.”
“I think I do, I really think I do..” Bryan itted leaning over to quickly kiss Heather again as he held Anna.
And with that the throuple was born, Bryan prepared to enter a new existence, one built of love and submission, and an existence that resulted in Bryan having two very beautiful and sexy women in his life. What more could he ever hope for…