1. Poor Petra! (1)


    Date: 10/12/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: fegirboh, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    christ knows how, but I have to keep my mouth firmly shut because I know if I opened it I’d be purring like a cat. I’m panting a little and I’m wet by the time I’m in the car and installed on the second jump seat. But not as wet as Petra probably is about twenty minutes later. Because Danny sure does the business, there in the back of this taxi. Once we get moving he follows my instructions to the latter. Petra looks over at me, kind of uncertain, as Danny first starts getting frisky with her. Not because she doesn’t want him to (she so fucking does) but because me and my beau are sat apart on the jump seats. We have to wait until we’re home before we can get intimate, and I think that Petra feels slightly guilty about this, about having the back seat and being able to get cracking before me, which is kinda typical of Petra. She’s a sweet girl in many ways. She’s also maybe a little embarrassed that me and Paul are facing them and can see everything. I deal with this firmly. “Hey don’t worry about us, sweetie. You two lovebirds go right ahead and enjoy yourselves!” I tell her. And boy do they ever! Danny ...
    kisses Petra long and passionately and he keeps it up for pretty much the whole of the ride back. And not just that. Petra gets way more than a snog. Petra gets the complete package. She gets her neck smooched and her ear gently nibbled and softly whispered into. She gets a pair of strong male hands roving around and going places, stroking her face, squeezing her thigh, pressing her breasts through her dress. Paul and I grin at each other as Danny does his dirty work. We’re getting a sadistic kick out of watching the back seat action, knowing that this particular passion will never be consummated. From my seat diagonally across from her, I get a great view of Petra’s blissful reactions to Danny’s ardour. Her eyes are closed tight as they smooch, soft little giggles of surprised delight bubbling out as his hands take liberties. When Danny starts stroking her cheek with his hand, his left hand, I wonder if her nose is picking up the faintest trace of my juices. I do hope so. Like I say, journey takes about twenty minutes, and a couple of minutes after that the four of us are inside our room and it’s time to party.
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