There's a bowl of popcorn on the table and the DVD menu keeps repeating itself on a loop. The couch is covered with blankets and pillows and the lights are all turned down, the stereo system at maximum balanced volume.
They know this without looking, without even being in the room, because it's like this every Thursday night they're all in town, only a text to verify the time and date, because keeping their own schedules is hard enough without having to keep track of each other. That's where Alicia comes in most of the time, playing go between.
"Oh, god, you goddamned motherfucking asshole." She gasps roughly, desperately as Pete's tongue flickers over her clit, his fingers buried in her ass all the way up to his palm. Mikey's holding her down, pinning her hands to the bed so she can't get away from Pete as he takes his time, working a third finger inside her, using his teeth to hold her clit still for him as he sucks. "I'm g-going to fu-fucking kill you, Wentz. Dead. Fucking...oh god."
She's come three times already, and she still hasn't had a cock inside her. Pete and Mikey have been too busy taking turns eating her out and teasing her. Her nipples are swollen and red from the clamps and now from Mikey's mouth as he bites and licks and sucks at them, getting them slick and wet before replacing the clamps and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body. Each one is hooked up to a small battery, and the shock that hits her when they close over her damp nipples causes her to buck every time.
"Fucking...fuck you, Way. Fuck you so go-goddamned much." She's almost sobbing, too overloaded to process anymore. Pete's got three fingers spread in her ass and he's got his nose and tongue buried in her cunt and Mikey's biting around the clamps, leaving deep marks on her tits and she turns her head to bury in against his thigh so she can scream. The acrylic of the cage on Mikey's cock rubs against her cheek and she pulls at the ropes helping to hold her down, her body arched like a bow as she comes again.
She bites Mikey's thigh and he laughs, cage rubbing between her tits now as he moves down her body. She can't see anything but the curve of the cage and the plug in his ass, but she can hear him kiss Pete, hear the slick, sloppiness of her come on their tongues. She moans softly, her whole body shaking despite the restraint, ready to surrender to the buzz and hum of the nipple clamps when Pete pushes a fourth finger in and Mikey bends his head, his tongue taking over where Pete's left off.
FOB/MCR: Pete/Mikey/Alicia Familiarity Breeds Content
They know this without looking, without even being in the room, because it's like this every Thursday night they're all in town, only a text to verify the time and date, because keeping their own schedules is hard enough without having to keep track of each other. That's where Alicia comes in most of the time, playing go between.
"Oh, god, you goddamned motherfucking asshole." She gasps roughly, desperately as Pete's tongue flickers over her clit, his fingers buried in her ass all the way up to his palm. Mikey's holding her down, pinning her hands to the bed so she can't get away from Pete as he takes his time, working a third finger inside her, using his teeth to hold her clit still for him as he sucks. "I'm g-going to fu-fucking kill you, Wentz. Dead. Fucking...oh god."
She's come three times already, and she still hasn't had a cock inside her. Pete and Mikey have been too busy taking turns eating her out and teasing her. Her nipples are swollen and red from the clamps and now from Mikey's mouth as he bites and licks and sucks at them, getting them slick and wet before replacing the clamps and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body. Each one is hooked up to a small battery, and the shock that hits her when they close over her damp nipples causes her to buck every time.
"Fucking...fuck you, Way. Fuck you so go-goddamned much." She's almost sobbing, too overloaded to process anymore. Pete's got three fingers spread in her ass and he's got his nose and tongue buried in her cunt and Mikey's biting around the clamps, leaving deep marks on her tits and she turns her head to bury in against his thigh so she can scream. The acrylic of the cage on Mikey's cock rubs against her cheek and she pulls at the ropes helping to hold her down, her body arched like a bow as she comes again.
She bites Mikey's thigh and he laughs, cage rubbing between her tits now as he moves down her body. She can't see anything but the curve of the cage and the plug in his ass, but she can hear him kiss Pete, hear the slick, sloppiness of her come on their tongues. She moans softly, her whole body shaking despite the restraint, ready to surrender to the buzz and hum of the nipple clamps when Pete pushes a fourth finger in and Mikey bends his head, his tongue taking over where Pete's left off.