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Bi For Now 2 - Scene 2
Eliza bounced like a kid who won the lottery. Her Russian fling from two summers ago landed on American soil, and he was coming over. Ricky already knew the deal—he swung hard and loud—so when she floated the idea of a threesome with Tony Sting, he just grinned and shrugged. Word dropped fast: Tony had done a year in a Russian cell just for liking dick. Ricky felt that hit in the gut. This was the guy who first taught Eliza how two bodies could fit together in new ways, and now he was walking around dry, horny, and fresh off the plane. She cocked her head at Ricky, the same look that always meant trouble, and asked if he’d throw Tony a bone. Ricky didn’t even pause. “Hell yes.” Later that night Tony crashed on the couch. Ricky padded downstairs, slapped the light, and tilted his chin toward the stairs. Upstairs the bedroom waited, naked bodies sprawled, legs wide, cocks and cunts on full display. Tony stood in the doorway, blinked once, then climbed in like he’d been starving. Eliza slid under him, wet and ready, and Ricky pressed in from behind, feeding Tony slow inches while he licked and sucked whatever he could reach. Tony finally buried himself to the balls in Eliza’s slick heat, his own shaft bouncing against Ricky’s mouth in time with every thrust. When Ricky started pumping into Tony’s ass, the whole pile tightened like puzzle pieces snapping together. Tony became the center of a living tower, cock buried deep and ass spread wide, getting stuffed from both ends at once. Eliza moaned under him, Ricky growled over him, and the room turned slick and loud until Tony groaned around the one thought rattling through his brain: damn, America really knew how to say hello.
Eliza bounced like a kid who won the lottery. Her Russian fling from two summers ago landed on American soil, and he was coming over. Ricky already knew the deal—he swung hard and loud—so when she floated the idea of a threesome with Tony Sting, he just grinned and shrugged. Word dropped fast: Tony had done a year in a Russian cell just for liking dick. Ricky felt that hit in the gut. This was the guy who first taught Eliza how two bodies could fit together in new ways, and now he was walking around dry, horny, and fresh off the plane. She cocked her head at Ricky, the same look that always meant trouble, and asked if he’d throw Tony a bone. Ricky didn’t even pause. “Hell yes.” Later that night Tony crashed on the couch. Ricky padded downstairs, slapped the light, and tilted his chin toward the stairs. Upstairs the bedroom waited, naked bodies sprawled, legs wide, cocks and cunts on full display. Tony stood in the doorway, blinked once, then climbed in like he’d been starving. Eliza slid under him, wet and ready, and Ricky pressed in from behind, feeding Tony slow inches while he licked and sucked whatever he could reach. Tony finally buried himself to the balls in Eliza’s slick heat, his own shaft bouncing against Ricky’s mouth in time with every thrust. When Ricky started pumping into Tony’s ass, the whole pile tightened like puzzle pieces snapping together. Tony became the center of a living tower, cock buried deep and ass spread wide, getting stuffed from both ends at once. Eliza moaned under him, Ricky growled over him, and the room turned slick and loud until Tony groaned around the one thought rattling through his brain: damn, America really knew how to say hello.