Tombstone Endures(tidal station ~ Daddeo)

[andypants1990]

To say the trip to Tombstone was a pleasant one would be a complete lie if you had to ask Mr. Murphy at this moment in time. What with the delayed train, the stage coach robbery, and a fresh lip that was now cracked due to the butt end of a pistol, it seemed that today was just not Allen Murphy's day. Even as he dismounted from his horse, in the middle of Tombstone with all it's budding glory, there was nothing more then a sour pit in his stomach. He had started this little endeavor with the hopes of moving out here and establishing some sort of trade. Be it a saloon, a cattle ranch, hell even blacksmithing, the profession wasn't the focus as it was more the fresh start, a way to escape things that Allen wished to never revisit.

But how could he start a business when he money was taken from him, robbed at gun point by ten or so bandits. Truth be told he only had enough money now for a few weeks worth of renting out a hotel room... Or one night at a saloon. And after such a long day, would it be crazy not to indulge in some sort of goodness? Having come into town at eleven p.m. hadn't exactly granted him a warm welcome, anyone that did pay any heed to him were either drug or high, stumbling along their way. It was here that Allen was going to start a new, hopefully.

Just like any other gentleman Allen supported his fair share of boots, spinning metal spurs following his every step that seemed to get him closer and closer to the saloon and further and further away from the simple hotel. A pair of rough looking pants showed his days worth of travel on horse back, dirt going up his legs. What six shooters he had were neatly tucked away inside of his jacket, covered in the same light dirt as his pants. Upon his head was the usual means for sun protection, a nice big hat with a brim to keep the sun's rays from blinding his eyes. Of course now it was nothing more then dome ornament seeing how the sun was down.

Other then his clothing the only other outstanding feature was his mustache, a rich brownish blonde to match the slick backed brownish blonde hair that showed up on the back of his head and faintly down his neck. Truth be told he looked like any other gentleman or cowboy who wasn't in chaps or cattle driving gear. His boots had brought him right through the saloon doors, a look of utter relief on his face now that he was in the company of beautiful women. "Let me get a room, a bottle of whiskey, and two ladies for the night." Allen stated, pulling out what money was left to his name. The bartender and owner quickly snatching up the money before Allen was whisked away. This probably wasn't the smartest move to make, but it was definitely the move he was making now.

Up in his room a small basin of water and a towel was provided for him, just to freshen up a little. Allen removing his hat before quickly splashing his face with the water, grabbing the towel to scrub away the dirt that he definitely had felt cake into his pores. His fingers were the next thing to shower with attention, getting underneath to get the dirt from them. Even if he had purchased company for the night, he wasn't going to force a lady to entertain a slob after all. His mind was definitely on the ladies, the two he would be spending some much needed time with. How could anyone think of food tomorrow, where he was going to sleep for the next week? Oh no, right now all Allen could care about was the two women that would be bringing up his whiskey.

As he finished cleaning himself up a little he would turn to see the mirror that was in this room, looking at himself with those dark green eyes of his. Smiling his white teeth would show, anyone educated could link such hygiene showed an amount of education and grooming that many cowboys and western studs didn't acquire. But this was starting to be a norm as more and more people started to head west in search of riches. So what riches would Allen find tonight? Well if he knew what was to follow... Maybe he would chosen that hotel room across the way.

 

[tidal station]

Jacqueline Jean was a 19 year old red head with wild curls that typically earned her more work than the other girls at the saloon. She tied it together when she was sprawled out on a mattress, and she dressed in large black dresses in order to showcase her wide jawed cherub face. Her cheeks were naturally red, and her eyes were as seductive as the motion of her parted knees. Something odd about that night, the demand for whores was slow. So, when Mr. Murphy requested two women, he just so happened to have receive the two greatest cunts in Tombstone. No one had denied it, and the owner gave the girls a wink as he handed them two bottles of whiskey.

The owner cared for new business, the man had ordered one thing, and he would receive well more than he paid for in many ways. "He's had a long trip, some things ya can jes tell about a man." Mr. Collins had never seen him before, either. "Handsome too, take good care of girls, Jack, Maris. Make sure he gets fed when he pleases as well."

"Will do sir," Marisella, Maris for short, she leaned over to kiss Mr. Collins as they exchanged the whiskey behind the bar. Some poker players and some devoted drinkers watched as the two skirts shifted themselves up the stairs behind the lone rider, and into his room.

Maris wore bright colors, and her dresses were shorter, lighter, she looked more like a peasant than a royal. Jacqueline and Maris were like water and fire. Maris had one layer on underneath her corset. She wore mens boots instead of dress shoes. And she looked like a child in many ways. Her eyes were open and bright all the time. Hair was blindingly blonde, and there was an innocent illusion in her gaze that always made it look like she was over a thousand miles away. She was short, her breasts were small. By the time the two of them had gotten to the room, Maris was holding both of the whiskey bottles in her hand.

They had expected to see a man toying with his weapon. It happened so often, men often play with their weapons before the fuck a whore. It was part of their job, they had a hundred different things to say to a man with a gun in his hand. So, walking in on Allen with a wet towel in his hand, oxygen filled their bodies in no time, and they were flustered in a matter of seconds. Their boss was right, he was a handsome man. The night was young.

Maris went to the bedside table, and immediately ignited the extra lanterns to fill the room with light. She tended to the bar, and she stripped out of her clothing immediately. Jacqueline had closed the door. Her hands were free, clean, she smelled of cinnamon and black pepper. She caught the man in the mirror and wrapped her fingers around his right wrist gently. "How was your trip sir, Mr. Collins said you came 'long way." Her accent wasn't as thick as the others, she hadn't grown up here. "My names Jacqueline. That's Maris over there." Jacqueline's red cheeks grew even brighter as she looked over to see Maris' bare skin. The small framed whore had a girdle on that held her under garments in place. Her ass was sticking out under her slip. The mound of hair in the darkness between her legs poked outward as she poured out three shots of whiskey. "It may not look it, but she's actually quite older than I am." Maris laughed without turning around, Jacqueline giggled seductively into Allen's ear. "We're here to keep you company for a little while. Tell us, Stranger, where'd you come from, nahw?" Her drawl was developing. As she finished asking her question, Maris turned around with three shots of whiskey in her capable fingers. Her slip covered her breasts, but they were easy to see under the weightless cotton sheet.

 

[andypants1990]

Allen's eyes moved from the mirror to the door once he heard it beginning to open, the man almost forgetting where he was. This of course lasted only seconds as two rather attractive ladies made their way into the room. And not just with a whiskey bottle but two even, that alone had the man smiling, and the way the two sauntered in had Allen smirking like some child who had gotten some candy or a new toy. His eyes followed the stunning blonde as she made her way over to the bedside table, watching through the mirror until the other woman came up to him and steal way his attention. And good for her, because if Allen had watched one of them start to strip then he would probably have a hard time carrying a conversation.

This second woman knew how to talk to a man, not just with words but with her actions. The way she lightly grabbed his right wrist with her fingers, the subtle press of her body to his so he could smell her unique scent of cinnamon and black pepper. The way she spoke or emphasized the words 'long way'. Each and every stimulation hitting Allen with unparrallel delight, how could he even considered not coming here tonight? It would have been an utter waste of one's life to miss out on such treasures as these two fine women. And speaking of which now that the blonde returned in nothing more then a skimpy girdle meant to do nothing more then accentuate her body and hold up some undergarments, Allen could start to indulge in his little rewards. Rewards for what, well, that could be worked out later. Whiskey was waiting after all.

“Well Jacqueline and Maris, I must admit it is an honor and privilege to be graced with such company as yourselves.” Allen stated as he looked to Jacqueline, turning his head from the mirror to see the red head next to him still looking up at him, only inches from his turned face since she seemed so adamant to whisper her questions into his ear. That seductive tone in her voice only keeping Allen more and more interested in her even with Maris and her lack of clothing. “Where I came from isn't important, I dare say where I am going is.” Allen said, and as he did he would reach up to the back of Jacqueline's head. “May I?” Allen asked, giving the softest tug to the bow that was holding her hair up. When he got the approval he would softly pull till Jacqueline's gorgeous red curls came crashing down, immediately changing her look to a much more poised and almost feral one. “Before we continue I have to stop being so rude, it is a pleasure ladies my name is Allen.” And with that he would turn his right hand over, moving it to grab hold of Jacqueline's before bringing the back of her hand up to his face so he could kiss it. And of course with Maris now with them he would turn to do the same, first taking his shot from her before kissing her hand in a similar fashion.

Sure, Allen was probably going over board a little. The formal speech, the flirtatious demeanor. He had paid after all to get his dick wet, there was no need for such formalities or finesse.... But Allen couldn't help it, he had been with his fair share of ladies and nothing made a woman happier then to be treated like she was high class, like she meant something. And maybe he was edging his bets by using such tactics against whores that took it up the ass for a living, but he had to admit the adoring stares and seductive moans were that much sweeter when there was something more then just money behind them. “To a wonderful night.” Allen toasted, taking the first shot of whiskey. “Pardon me though you caught me right in the middle of getting ready. Perhaps one of you fine ladies, or heaven forbid both of you might help me follow in Ms. Maris's foot steps?” Allen asked, smirking as he looked back to the blonde who despite her age looked to be the youngest. Naughty thoughts already brewing in the man's mind about what fun the three of them would have.

 

[tidal station]

Maris handed her partners their shots and spoke. Her voice was sharp and innocent as well. She seemed to be shy, everything but her eyes would say that she was inexperienced and well over her head, as she started to speak though, she appeared, as if maybe she was too high to realize what was going on. "We drink first."

"Yes." Jacqueline's loose hair came down with a light-hearted breathe. She liked her hair down, no matter what, it just felt more natural, it made her feel like her boots were off and she was relaxing for the night. "To a wonderful night."

Maris gave response to that and downed her shot of whiskey. Jacqueline drank with less wisdom than her tiny counterpart. For, when Jacqueline drank, she exhaled loudly and fanned at her face. She drank for effect, and never for the taste. "That'll work for me." the proper women loosened her dress, and decided to join the others. Maris started to pull at Allen's clothing, "Let me take your shot glass for you, Sir?" She smiled, very close to the man. As she disrobed him, she starting to reach for his bare chest. "See, me and the girls deal with men got extra parts made of dirt." She was pulling his leg, but the image was vivid, none the less. "I see we caught you bathing. But there'll be time for that later, don't you think, after we're done getting all dirty." Maris was from the northeast, either Phildelphia or Boston. Her lips were inches from his, still pulling the leather away. She kissed his jaw. "mm." Her hum was a question and a response at the same time.

Jacqueline's dress took a while to disrobe. Maris gave her client for the night a long kiss full of tongue and gentle teeth. "That girl's gonna need our help to get out of that thing. I don't know how she ever does this without me."

The red head chuckled. "You'de be amazed the lengths a man goes to to get the gown off of a woman. Cause' it's amazing."

 

[andypants1990]

Allen watched in earnest as the two ladies joined him in drinks, the contrast between the two seemed to add to the sort of opposite flavors they presented. It was one thing just to send two women in, it was something completely different when you sent in two women who were almost complete opposites of each other. It would only enhance the pleasure of sleeping with multiple partners, to have such a spread of fleshy delights was something that Allen hadn't exactly thought his money would get him. He couldn't have spent more then thirty maybe forty dollars and yet he seemed to be getting the cream of the crop, of course he wouldn't complain!

“Thank you Maris.” Allen stated when she asked for his shot glass, though it didn't seem to take long at all for her to make them disappear before going at his clothing. A smile on the man's face as the blonde seemed to show her practiced and skillful art of clothing removal. Sometimes Allen had trouble getting buttons undo, Maris showing how easy it was in a matter of seconds. His jacket would be shed off and tossed to the side, shirt vest and long sleeve shirt following in suit. For Allen his body was an everyday thing that he saw, so he continued the derobing process with these two fine ladies without heed to the reactions they might have. Sure these women would of seen countless bare chests, countless scars... But Allen seemed to have his fair share. Bullet scars along the chest, in the arms and shoulders, long cuts going from his stomach on into his back, even a wrinkling of skin on his upper right shoulder indicating a burn. But even with such deformities, there was muscle and definition. As if looking like a warrior in his prime the scars and marks only spanned over the chiseled abs, the powerful pecks. He was no meat head mind you, looking to favor definition over bulk, but needless to say that jacket was hiding a few things. How could such a man then get a busted lip like he had been mugged or something? Of course the earlier events of this day were long gone from Allen's mind as they continued.

Maris was rewarded with a low and deep groan, obviously the firm yet gentle caress of a woman was something the man had been longing for... Her warm and soft hands touching the firm and warm skin of his body, what his hands were doing would stop to simply rest at his sides as he enjoyed this moment. Before long Maris was getting at his leather pants, more toying with the pant legs then actually trying to undo the belt and get them off. It made Allen smirk, though that smirk turned into a muffled exhale of joy when Maris resorted to more advanced tactics. The gorgeous little lady taking it upon herself to kiss Allen on the lips, to force her tongue into his mouth to let him know that he could explore hers. And boy did he.

His hands were working at the holster and belt of his pants, the obvious two six shooters on his sides like many others taking a few moments before being pulled off and dropped to the ground. He probably could do more to help with the exodus of his clothing if he wasn't so entertained with Maris's affections. His head tilting to the side, sucking in her tongue, wrestling and playing with it with his own. Their saliva soon mixing and Allen was just blessed with another brief moment of whiskey. It was on her lips, her tongue. Maris would pull away and speak of Jacqueline's garment, Allen finding himself moving forward to try and keep her lips to his but only smiled and nodded his head when Maris showed more restraint then himself.

Before long Jacqueline would be pulled in between Maris and Allen, if nothing else just to get her within the greedy hands of the two. Allen going to Jacqueline's back to start working on the tie in the back to loosen her black dress, this would probably be the only time of the night that he would divert his attention from the two lovely ladies, because the sooner this dress got off the sooner the three of them could get down to more carnal actions. Maris's initial assault on his lips was already igniting a fire in Allen that would come back to burn these two lovely ladies. Or who knows, maybe they would drown him out... Only time would tell!

 

[tidal station]

The intricate dress was made of different pieces that all detached, or unwrapped off of Jacqueline's body. She purred out little sentences and quips about the material, or something like it; "I'm not entirely sure where its come from. But there's been a number of people now, told me it's a combination of silk and wool." - "Woo, it's cold in here without that thing, how do you do it Maris?" Jacqueline's clothing under her dress looked almost identical to what Maris had been wearing when she walked in. Maris took each part of Jacqueline's dress and hung them up along the coat rack beside the door.

"Do what?" Maris responded, naked at this point, she looked as if she were standing near a fire, or that she might have been fully clothed. Jacqueline felt considerably naked. She took Allen by the hand and walked him toward the bed. Maris returned to the bar. "Darling?" She turned her neck and folded her buttocks as she addressed Allen. Jacqueline set herself down on the bed, immediately laying on her side with her head on one of several large pillows. She urged Allen to sit down. She moved like warm water, even as she shivered from the wind breaking in through the window. One moment she was laying down, in the next she was giving Allan a gentle massage, finally her lips landed on his neck, and as she pulled and pressed at the knots in his shoulders, she kissed and breathed on his neck to calm him down. Maris continued her inquiry; "There's so much whiskey. I'm gonna prepare us a set of rounds. Do you object?" The young whore had already poured herself one shot, swallowed it and loaded three more as she had the first time they drank.

Maris brought the bottle of whiskey and one shot glass filled to the brim over to the bed and the table beside it. She set the whiskey down on the table and offered the shot glass to Allan. By now, Jacqueline's hands had moved, Allan's trousers were invaded without warning. The vibrant red head, had disappeared. She wasn't breathing on his neck anymore, and her feet had drifted to a different part of the bed. Her hands were reaching around both of his hips. She was attempting to pull his cock out. She had her hands on it, they were as gentle and calm as her voice. There were no rough edges on Jacqueline. The moment the shot landed in his hand, Jacqueline's head had reappeared by his lap. She softly wrestled his cock out, and her lips were already open. Her tongue pressed against the tip of his manhood, and she slid him back toward her throat as her wet lips wrapped him firmly.

Maris had vanished, leaving Allan with the shot, presumably to retrieve more whiskey.

Jacqueline held him there for a moment. One of her hands was wrapped around his hip, holding her up. The other was holding him by the base of his cock. Her mouth was made of tight muscles. She was good at sucking without using her teeth. When her lips started to slide up and down, a popping sound started to escape when she got to the tip. She was slow, still fluid, seductive, and tight. Her breasts pressed against his thigh. The breathe from her nose seemed to be coming off of a flame. She was moaning. Her locks were dragging across his lap. She squeezed his cock tightly as she urged herself forward, to work harder.

 

[andypants1990]

“I imagine so..” Allen stated with a smile, enjoying how soft the material felt beneath his finger tips. For him his choices of clothing material was limited, better to go with leather or a thicker kind of material for those long nights outdoors or dusty days traveling. Once Jacqueline was undressed that much more Allen would take the time to look at her body, not in the sense that many men looked at her with those lust filled stare like they were looking at a piece of meat. Just like with Maris Allen marveled at Jacqueline's body, appreciated the extents that she went to showcase it off just like her partner.

Before long Jacqueline had moved to the bed, Maris playing quite the bar wench as she went over to get another round of whiskey for the three of them. Allen's attentions being drawn by Jacqueline however when she would urged him to sit on the bed beside her. As if putty in her hands or a child blindly following their parent, James followed smiling softly once he was on the bed. He couldn't keep eye contact though, the moment she moved up to massage his shoulders, to press her lips to his neck... Allen couldn't help but groan, to relax that much more as his eyes closed. The caress of a woman was a treasure that no man could go without. Everything she was doing to help calm the man definitely was, Allen's head tilting to the opposite side of her affections just so she had more to work with.

“No objections Maris, please another round...” Allen stated with a smile, his eyes however only opening when he felt a set of hands on his waist, on his crotch. Looking down he found Jacqueline well on her way to starting the night off. His attention was split, two women was a challenge after all but definitely one worth taking. The shot glass she had poured for him Allen would thank her for before downing, setting the glass back down on the little table side before looking down to the fervor with which Jacqueline attacked his crotch. What trousers he had on did nothing to stop her skilled hands from sneaking beneath it's fabrics. The girl had moved so swiftly, but at the same time so gently the bed hadn't even shifted. Of course Allen wasn't complaining, within seconds the cold air of the room would meet his hot and throbbing cock.

“Ohh good lord...” Allen let out, groaning louder then he had so far when Jacqueline graced his member with her tongue. A simple prelude to the events to come before she slipped his cock into her mouth. Jacqueline could hear the sudden change in Allen's breathing, obviously approving of her actions as his breath hitched up and came out as a long and loud intake of air. Her lips which were so firmly wrapped around the shaft of his cock, the way her tongue pressed up and curled against the girth of his member, how her wet and hot mouth seemed to greedily push and push his dick into her mouth with nothing more then the desire to taste him, and to top it all off there was no attention with her teeth. Truly a skilled individual, but then again that was what he paid for right? One of his hands would come down, simply to sweep back her hair so he could watch her fully work, so that if she looked up to him she would see the desire in his eyes, the need for whatever she was doing to him to continue.

Allen reached out, trying to find her body so he could do something. Rub her, caress her, do more then simply sit here and take her pleasures. Sure that was what he paid for but Allen was no lazy lover. And even with Jacqueline's rather sophisticated positioning of herself, the man was able to find her body. His hand going right to her hips to touch her, to rub at what was left of her clothing before reaching back to cup a feel of her ass. Taking one of her ample cheeks into his hand to grope and massage. Which only would lead into him suddenly squeezing a cheek whenever Jacqueline decided to get creative with her tongue or mouth.

 

[tidal station]

The loose fabrics on Jacqueline did nothing to protect her from Allen's greedy hands. His cold grasp on her hot skin made her jump. Recognition, she understood that this man liked to share. As she continued, she looked up into his eyes as she pulled back to the tip of his cock. For a moment she lifted off of him completely and raised herself up, her bare chest was firming and turning to blush. "Maris was attempting to explain a moment ago." Her hand worked him still, slowly spreading the saliva she had left behind. "It's a pleasure sir, Allan. I think we're enjoying ourselves too." Jacqueline giggled, displaying her youth, as if this might have been her first time with a man. She was a good actor. She looked over His shoulder breifly, then quickly back to his gaze. "You can let it out in my mouth if it comes to it." Her smile was distant, half-hearted. Her shoulders jostled and she lowered herself again to suck on Allen.

The bed shifted weight.
Jacqueline's body flowed one way and another, she subtly slobbered down his shaft, still stroking him the length she couldn't take into her throat.
Maris' hands landed on Allen's head, and she started to rub his scalp. She smelled of vanilla and burnt oil.
The moan of the red head, mysterious at first came to make more sense, her weight had landed on him, her pert breasts hard against his lap. She was no longer holding herself up, she was laying on top of him, forcing his cock to dive into her throat. The hand she had freed to cause this was in between her legs, rubbing her own pussy. Her legs were parted, laying on her side, her red hair was trimmed below her waist. Her fingers were practiced. It sounded like she might have been choking. Jacqueline continued to suck.
Maris' knee appeared first, she swung herself around Allen as he sat on the bed. Her whole body was in front of him. Her right leg high over Jacqueline's face. Her left knee planted firmly beside Allen's hip. Her body was already wet and dripping. She pushed on Allen's shoulders, and forced him to lay on his back.
Jacqueline started to slap at her thighs, and squeeze her sensitive skin.
Maris kept her knee in the air, but she was able to extend all the way down with Allen, she lowered her buttocks down, setting it down near Jacqueline's head. Contorting her body, Maris pressed her small hard breasts against Allen's chest. She assaulted his neck with hot kisses. Her hands constantly rummaging through his hair.
Jaqueline was sucking too hard. Her teeth were not painful yet. She was moaning loudly.
Maris lowered her knee slowly. It shoved into Jacqueline's side and Jacqueline lifted away. She vanished completely. Maris scooted down about nine inches and lifted off of the man enough.

Allen's cock appeared between Mari's lowered thighs. She had mounted his hips now. Both of her tiny hands were pulling at him. His cock was shimmering. Jacqueline reappeared behind her partner. She spread her legs wider, and mounted Allen as well. As Maris played with Allen, Jacqueline played with Maris. Then Maris moved her hands back to Jacqueline, and two of them were using their hands to stimulate everyone in the room.
Maris was stroking Allen as she was sliding her fingers inside of Jacqueline.
Jacqueline was doing the exact same thing, fingering Maris and helping her with Allen.

Then Maris lifted her hips, and Allen was suddenly pushing his way inside of the tiny blonde. She lowered her hips quickly and shouted quietly. She planted her hands on his hips and started to ride. It was a familiar motion for most people, but it was Maris' favorite. She was gifted. Her hips rolled, her thighs smacked against his hips, she dropped her weight and lifted it perfectly. She squeezed him with absurd muscle control. She glared down at him through her frazzled yellow locks. Her sharp eyes squinted and almost useless. She moaned and shouted appropriately.

Jacqueline had her hands all over Maris, she was helping the small girl ride, by pushing her and lifting her and squeezing her right. Jacqueline was staring down at Allen as well. The look on her face was much more content, and difficult to read. She looked like she enjoyed this as much as she enjoyed having her own orgasm.

 

[andypants1990]

Jacqueline would easily pull a smile from Allen. Sure she was sucking on his cock and all, but when she stopped to tell him that the two of them were enjoying themselves as well. It just made the man feel better. Not in some satisfaction of fulfilling his loneliness or anything, but just the fact that he made a woman, let alone two women, feel joy. Sure this could all be an act that he paid for, but the way she looked him in the eyes and spoke, he didn't see any sense of doubt in them. And so far Allen was a pretty damn good judge of character with just a conversation. However what conversation could you continue to have once the woman that is sucking your cock tells you it is ok to cum in her mouth? The man's mind pretty much going back to the gutter, back to the moment as she serviced him so expertly.

It didn't take long before Maris had join the two, and of course she was more then welcome. Allen's attention however was purely on Jacqueline as she worked his cock like a pro. The way she moved down, slobbering against his length only to move up and let her hand stroke before repeating... It was something Allen only dreamed of experiencing. What was better still was how these ladies moved for him, as if it would be a sin for him to try anything. The two seemed to move as one, and never did the pleasure on Allen's cock stop. Even with the movements, even with Maris happily pampering his flesh while Jacqueline adorned his dick with her affections, Allen would just sort of blur through the motions. It was hard not to smile, how could you not in this situation?

Before long Allen had been pushed back to lay down, the man's head tilted forwards so he could continue to watch the scene in front of him unfold. Maris would soon be the only thing he could see. The way she positioned herself before leaning down to lay on top of him had his eyes taking in her sexy body. Just to see Maris against him while Jacqueline continued her oral assault on his cock was strangely erotic. The two ladies easily drew a groan from Allen as he laid there, hell Jacqueline was on her way to actually making Allen cum with how hard and fast she was sucking on his cock. But she would stop, quickly pulling away from his member to leave it throbbing and practically begging for release. “Dear god...” Allen groaned, biting down on his lower lip as the two seemed to shift positions again.

This was just too much, how had Allen been so lucky as to get such firey and passionate whores? Hell he started to feel like he hadn't paid enough as the two women seemed to work together to stimulated everyone on the bed with their hands. However it didn't take long before Maris would continue their play for the night. The woman soon taking Allen's cock inside of her, Allen letting out a long groan of approval as the tiny blonde started to sheath his dick with her warm and wet pussy. But she did more, true to her profession the little woman rode him expertly. The man's thick cock stretching her inner walls, practically moving around in different ways to stimulate him as she rolled her hips. As her thighs smacked against him. Every motion down was met with a motion up.. And Jacqueline behind the little woman only made the scene that much more erotic. “This feels amazing!” Allen exclaimed, his hands coming down in need to grab something.

What the man grabbed onto was Maris's wrists. Her hands were planted on his hips so he grabbed them, not wanting to limit her hips by grabbing them. The man let out a long exhale before he started to thrust up, wanting to meet Maris's skilled technique with as much as he could. It would cause their flesh to smack harder against one another, cause his cock to impale her that much more. She would feel his member practically twitching inside of her, what Jacqueline had started him with being rolled right into Maris's pleasures was just too much for any man to endure for long.

Maris would find that Allen would sit back up, hands reaching around to grab hold of Jacqueline's ass while he pressed forwards to kiss Maris wildly. His balls would start to churn and the little woman would feel the strong and powerful pulses of his cock as he started to cum, unloading the first of many loads of his pent of seed. It didn't take long at all before his spunk started to push out between their joined sexed, the man only able to moan into her lips as Allen and Jacqueline practically sandwiched Maris between the two of them. But what was going to make this night that much better, that much more fun was the fact that Allen came...but was still hard. Maris still had his cock erect and ready for more even if he had just came inside of her, and he wanted more. The man idly thrusting as best as he could to get Maris to keep going.