>Nona had arranged for another…encounter.
>The mood was set, a crimson light cast over the comfortable love nest, and everyone was in their respective places
>Lucas was already shirtless, yet still wearing his torn black jeans
>Wesley was way more bare, his thin, fragile body on display, each breath made his gaunt chest rise and fall, his skin imprinted with the outline of his lower ribcage, not to mention his mushy midriff.
>Schizo’s puppets had been set aside, his legs crossed, an iridescent red across his face, still trying to be coy.
>Nona couldn't take her eyes off, hands trailing down below her hips and down to her crotch, simply watching the spectacle unfold.
>”Alright…you ready?” Fang asked, Schizo nodding in response.
>Wesley uncross his legs, parting them as comfortably as he could
>His groin was obscured by a very bright pink thong, grasping his bulge gently
>Even through the colorful haze and darkness, Nona could see portrudence rise between Schizo’s breath
>He was more than ready, hell, he was eager.
>Lucas moved in closer, cupping the bulge in his hand, feeling the weight of it, how soft it was
>With his free hand, he began to stroke it through the fabric, slow and deliberate.
>Even then, it caused Schizo to groan and whince
>Nona’s movements became more and more intense as well, slowly rubbing her pussy through the textile of her pants
>Lucas’s movements had the desired effect, the bulge growing in size and diameter.
>Fang looked back at Nona, a dumb horny smile brazen across her face, he winked at her…
>He moved in closer, biting one of the thong’s straps with his teeth, before pulling it down, making sure to make it as sensual as possible for Nona’s delight.
>A single satisfied curse escaped the skinnies mouth, the milling between her thighs accelerating.
>Soon, Wesley’s length was revealed, twitching and throbbing against the air
>It was smaller than Fang’s, and agonizingly sensitive.
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