by K D Grace
Anderson was already worshiping her nipples with little darts of his tongue, cupping and releasing, cupping and releasing each breast in turn, while the other hand slipped down between her folds. ‘Perhaps I may be of service by offering you comfort now, my dear Tara.’
Marie’s already wet pussy got wetter, as it always did, at Anderson’s delicious poet-speak. Watching the ghost lift Tara into his lap, holding her open with one hand and guiding his cock with the other only added to Marie’s own growing need for said comfort. She reached for Tim, and whispered in his ear, ‘I like it both ways.’
‘The paragon of versatility, you are, Marie Warren,’ he said, biting her earlobe. As Tim pulled her down kissing whatever part of her body happened to be in the path of his lips, for the briefest moment, she thought about Tara’s reasons for refusing Tim’s cock, and though she felt safe and secure, she knew Tara was right to be wary. But then Tim pushed inside her, filling the space that had been empty for so long, the space that wasn’t just her womanhood, as Anderson would call it, the space that was her heart. And it wasn’t just Tim who had found a space there. It was the whole Elemental Coven. That she loved and lusted for them all didn’t seem the least bit strange, knowing what she knew. As she wrapped her legs around Tim and lost herself in the feel of his body, she reckoned that was enough for now. More than enough. And at the moment, now was exactly where she wanted to be. She knew, as Tara did, that it would be all too brief.
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