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Layla looked towards the now crimson Lacy and smirked knowingly, not so delicate in her wording, “Mm… You want to suck my black cock and drink my thick load, Lacy?” Lacy could feel her heart hammering in her chest and she blinked from Layla to Gia, her eyes wide and uncertain. Gia winked and nodded. “I… I mean… Y-yes? Can I?” Lacy stammered, suddenly a little breathless. Layla’s smirk broke into a grin and she held a hand out towards Lacy, which she tentatively took, rising to her feet and blushing as Layla nodded her head towards a side door, her voice edged with a dominant tone that made Lacy’s heart flutter all the more, “Come with me, little girl… We have a couple little booths in the back just for this.” She took a step towards the door, pulling Lacy along but she tugged on the woman, “W-wait…” Layla paused and eyed her with an arched eyebrow, “Mm?” Lacy looked at the reclined and smirking Gia, her voice coming out shy but desirous, “Gia… Are you coming?” Gia glanced at Layla who grinned wolfishly, then stood, picking up her handbag, “Far be it from me to turn down an offer to watch this…” Lacy blushed, intimately aware of how much smaller she was when stood between the two taller, broader women in their heels and shook her head, “I want to do both of you… If that’s okay?” Layla laughed as she once again tugged on Lacy’s arm, her hand encircling the smaller girls pale wrist as they moved back towards the side door, “Why did you never tell me about this girl Gia?” “Pfff…” Gia smirked, following on behind the two, her eyes downcast, watching Lacy’s tight round butt through the figure-hugging bareback fabric of her jeans, “I’m already sharing her with my sister.” “Ha! I take it she’s good then?” Layla asked as they stepped into a small corridor, which led to four small rooms that Lacy could see, two of the doors already shut. Lacy blushed as she walked passed one of the closed doors, hearing the unmistakable sound of someone enthusiastically getting her cock sucked. The way Layla and Gia talked about her, like she wasn’t even there or like she was just a toy to be used, set a fire blazing in her. “Just you wait…” Gia teased as they stepped together into one of the rooms, shutting the door behind them with a definitive click. The room, designed with two in mind, became an incredibly intimate affair with the three of them pressed in together. The space dominated mainly by a comfortable looking couch that, fortunately, would be able to sit both Gia and Layla, albeit rather snugly. As Gia set down her handbag and stepped towards the couch Layla scooped up a plush pillow which, with a smirk and with her eyes fixed on Lacy, she placed down knowingly before the couch. “Can I… I mean, would you mind if…” Lacy said softly, biting her lip as the two turned to look at her, expectant. “Yes?” Gia offered helpfully. Lacy blushed crimson, her eyes fixed on Layla, letting out an uncertain little whine before blurting out suddenly, “Can I undress amateur you? Please?” Layla, who had been planning on just hiking up her short skirt, grinned and nodded, moving to stand before the much smaller redhead, “Of course you can…” Gia smirked and moved passed them, sinking down into one half of the comfortable seat and relaxing, still clothed herself in her elegant pantsuit, having met Lacy here fresh from work, more than happy to let Lacy explore and discover everything new Layla had to offer. Tentative at first Lacy reached out, her hands coming to rest, have a moment's hesitation, on Layla’s sizable big chest, her hands, with fingers splayed pressing in and up, feeling the impressive size and weight of her bust even through the fabric of her faux corset top. “Wow…” Lacy breathed to herself as her fingers moved to the centre and traced down to where the top met the skirt, fingers searching and finding the gap between the two pieces where she gay hooked her thumbs, beginning to lift anal up. Layla smirked as she raised her hands up above her head, feeling the tightness of the top as it was worked slowly and intimately up over her curvaceous form, revealing flawless dark chocolate skin that Lacy couldn’t wait to see more of. As it began to move up over the swell of her breasts Layla reached down, knowing the girl would be too short to lift the garment entirely off over her head without the help she now offered. Without protest from Lacy, Layla lifted the top up and off over her head, casting it aside, leaving her standing there naked from the waist up, save for a black and white lace choker around her neck and a garter belt that vanished down under her skirts, doubtless clipped to her black stockings. Lacy stared with wide eyes at the bountiful display before her, the woman's breasts heavy and full on her chest, each one more than a handful for the little redhead and each one tipped by a thick, even darker nipple. “You like what you see,” Layla said plainly, a statement not a question to which Lacy nodded with a sly little smile of her own. “Y-yeah…” She admitted, reaching out and lifting a heavy breast in her palm, feeling it’s warmth and weight more clearly now it was bare, her slender fingers squeezing, kneading the soft flesh and hard nipple, drawing a soft little sigh of pleasure from the taller woman. “Here…” Layla said, reaching out to interlace her fingers in Lacy’s long red hair, cupping her head and pulling her forward, “You’re about to suck my cock, no need to be shy…” So there i was, in their house alone, ( which was a anal first,)so i lock the door after Jodie leaves, i go to the bathroom, have a quick wash, and clean myself of Jodies smells, and then go and sit on the lounge watching TV. 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Chris slowly pulled back to let his cock fall from my suction with a soft wet pop, a string of cum still joined my lips to his slit as he let his fingers wank the last drops of cum, offering his cock head to be cleaned by my tongue. At least I hoped that they were that strong. I went downstairs. I couldn't believe my eyes.