Now that they've gotten started, Tony manages to coax his sister into letting him feel her pussy. He puts his hand down her panties. When Gianna strips down to just her shoes, Tony can easily feel her slippery wetness and hear her moans as he fondles her clit. Knowing how turned on she is makes it easy for him to convince her that she should pull his hardon out and start sucking him off. From there, getting Gianna to climb onto his fuck stick and start riding isn't difficult at all.
Once Gianna gets a taste of her stepbrother's fuck stick she's eager to have more. She rides him forward and backwards until she's reached the first peak of satisfaction, then rolls onto her back so he can do some of the work. After a doggy style fuck, it's just a matter of resuming her blowjob before Tony gives her a face full of jizz. As they're coming down from their mutual orgasmic highs, Gianna's mom calls back to say that she saw on the news that the danger has passed.
Kissing Gianna from behind, Lucas works her out of her shirt and then hikes her miniskirt up around her waist. She leans forward as he rolls her thong down. That's all the preparation Lucas needs to bury his face in Gianna's ass and start feasting on her dripping twat. Gianna can't get enough of the way Lucas's tongue probes her hole and strokes her slit. She leans even further forward, letting her hips bounce in time to Lucas's questing mouth.
Taking a break to peel off all her clothes, Lucas bends Gianna forward again and gets to his feet. He positions his hardon at her fuck hole and then sinks balls deep into her welcoming warmth. Thrusting his hips, he gets Gianna moaning as he gives her the pussy pounding she craves from behind.
Flipping Gianna over gives Lucas loves on her thoroughly with his mouth. From Gianna's neck down her tits and belly, Lucas blazes a trail of hot kisses. Leaning in close, he once again puts his mouth to work suckling Gianna's cream filled slit and clit until her hips are wiggling with the need to be penetrated once again.
Lucas is happy to oblige, filling and fucking Gianna just the way she likes it. Reaching out, he wraps his big hands around Gianna's neck as they go at it for a little bit of breath play. Then they curl up together on their side as Lucas continues thrusting into that cock hungry snatch until Gianna is on the verge of cumming. She gets up to ride his fuck stick to bring herself home, then hops off Lucas's dick and sucks him off until he fills her mouth with a shot of hot jizz.
We cut to a POV shot from the bed, looking up at the man Tommy Pistol who is preparing the woman. He has his arms crossed over his chest and looks down at her, appraising his work. He thinks for a moment. Deciding something, he exits offscreen for a beat. He returns with high heel shoes. We cut away to a close up of him slipping the shoes onto her feet and cut back to the POV shot from the bed. He reappraises his work after the update. He seems pleased and smiles.
'I hope you can hear me, honey.' the man says sweetly as he sits down on the bed next to her and takes her hand in his. After a beat of silence, he says 'No, I KNOW you can hear me. I just wanted to say...I realize that...that things haven't been...all that great between us ever since your...accident and I...I could tell you a THOUSAND times how sorry I am, but I know it wouldn't change what happened. All we can do is move...forward. And I want SO badly to do that. I'm committed to making this work, I'm committed to being...BETTER, committed to... getting us through this.' After another moment of silence, as he gazes at the woman in bed his eyes mist up with emotion. He reaches out and brushes her hair a bit back out of her face.
'I understand...that this...that this hasn't be an easy...TRANSITION for you and I..I WISH things could be different, but if this is the only way we can be together, to me it's better than nothing,' he continues. A moment of strained silence follows. 'But let's not focus on negativity, let's concentrate on tonight. I'm going to make this such a special night for you honey. You deserve it,' he says, smiling. 'I love you...so much,' he adds sincerely. The doorbell rings. He gets up to leave the room. 'That must be her,' he says with an expectant smile.
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He opens the front door to find Amanda Gianna Dior standing there, a tight dress clinging to her body as she twirls a small clutch on her fingers. Hi there, she says enticingly. Oh uh, hello, the man says nervously, smiling politely at his guest. Please...please, come in, he says, gesturing her inside. She walks in confidently and he closes the door behind her. 'You look very beautiful tonight. Thank you for...wearing the dress I requested,' he says. She does a little twirl. No problem, it's his night after all, plus...the dress is definitely her color anyway, she laughs. There is a moment of awkward silence.
She glances around the house. Nice place, she says, trying to fill the silence. Oh thank you, he says nervously. Does he live in this big house ALL ALONE?, she asks playfully. Not...exactly, he responds, fidgeting anxiously. Amanda sees his obvious jitters. 'Oh baby, you don't need to be nervous, we're both consenting adults, relax! I'll take good care of you,' Amanda says soothingly, tracing her hand along his arm. He apologizes for being nervous, it's just been... a long time and he wants everything to be...perfect. She completely understands, Amanda says agreeably. He asks her if it's ok if he calls her Bonnie. He can call her whatever he wants, baby, Amanda says. 'And what's your name sweetie?' she asks him. Ron, he says shyly, clearing his throat. So...why don't they...go to the bedroom?, he asks. She thought he'd never ask, Amanda says flirtatiously. He leads her to the bedroom.
When they get to the bedroom door, he pauses. Now, before they go into the bedroom, he needs to prepare her, he says. His wife is...in there, he continues. Oh, baby, she didn't know it was going to be a threesome, Amanda says. 'No, no, she's not...exactly...it will...maybe it's easier if I just show you,' he says, opening the door slowly.
As the door creaks open, the form of an inert woman lying on the bed is revealed. It is the woman that the man was dressing earlier. Seeing this, Amanda becomes instantly wary. Um she's not sure exactly what's going on here...but she should probably go, Amanda says, moving away from the room. 'No no please...wait, it's not what you think. She's perfectly fine. Well, not fine exactly. She's...in a coma,' Ron says sadly. Oh, Amanda says softly. 'I'm...I'm sorry,' she says.
'I am too,' he says, looking in at his wife longingly. 'It's been a while since her...accident, but I'm still not used to...not REALLY having her around...to not having that...intimacy with her,' he continues. Amanda's worry has been replaced with pity for this lonely man and she looks at him sympathetically. 'I want SO BADLY to be close to her again. That's why I called you here tonight, so you could...HELP us be close again, so you could---just for tonight---BE my Bonnie,' he continues.
Amanda thinks for a moment. Oh sweetie, he could have just said that over the phone, he really freaked her out there for a second, yeah...OF COURSE she can do that for him, Amanda says kindly. He smiles with relief. Thank you, he says softly. 'That means so much to me...to...US', he says, gesturing towards Bonnie. Amanda smiles back at him.
So...why doesn't she come in?, he asks, waving her into the bedroom. His side of the bed is waiting for them..., he adds. This stops Amanda in her tracks. Her smile vanishes, her wariness returning. 'Wait, you want me to...right next to her...?' Amanda asks in disbelief. Yes, it will help him to feel closer to Bonnie by actually BEING close to her, he explains. Oh..um..wow, Amanda says quietly, shocked. She understands, but...her services don't usually include this sort of...thing, she tells Ron. Maybe it's best if he calls someone else, Amanda says delicately, again moving to leave.
He puts his hand lightly on her arm to try to stop her. 'PLEASE, please...don't go, I just...I miss her SO much. Will you please...will you...pretend to be...my wife?' he asks pleadingly. Amanda looks back at the man, glancing over his shoulder at his comatose wife. She is clearly weighing her options, considering his request. He looks at her expectantly. Finally, she takes a deep breath. Ok, she'll do it, Amanda says. Relief washes over the man again. Thank you, he says quietly. He moves towards the bed, smiles down at his wife and kisses her softly on the forehead. Amanda looks on uncomfortably. He crosses over to his empty side of the bed and sits down. Please, please, he says, motioning her to sit next to him. He smiles encouragingly.
Amanda, still a little uncomfortable, hesitates for a second, but her professionalism quickly takes over and she assumes her role, sitting next to Ron as Bonnie lies on her side behind them. Amanda shoots a quick, cautious glance over her shoulder at Bonnie before devoting her attention fully to the man, laying her hand on his leg and smiling seductively at him. He smiles back, brushing a hair from his face. 'You look so beautiful, honey. I've...I've missed you so much,' he says to Amanda. 'I missed you too, Ron,' Amanda says, moving in to kiss him. Their kiss quickly becomes passionate as she moves her hand towards his groin, caressing his package over his pants.
As he kisses her neck, Amanda can't help but glance over his shoulder at Bonnie. Bonnie still lies on her back looking straight up with her eyes closed, but it's as if Amanda can feel her watching her.
Gianna admits that she's frustrated because he hasn't been around a lot lately and Darcies says that he does seem to be flakier than usual. Gianna lets out a breath of relief and admits that she's glad to hear he's not just being a butthead to her. She then mentions that he gave her a cheesy free massage voucher for her last birthday that still hasn't been redeemed yet. She leaves the bed and picks up the voucher from her dresser, and returns to the bed to show Darcie. Even though Gianna's tried to redeem it, their schedules never seem to align. She complains that one would think he'd be over her house in a heartbeat since the voucher naturally includes sex with the massage, too!
Darcie plucks the voucher from her hands and smiles. She says that Gianna can redeem the voucher with HER. Since she's his twin sister, that's close enough, right? Just think of it like a voucher transfer, a massage by proxy. Gianna laughs at her friend's playfulness and efforts, obviously thinking that Darcie isn't being serious, but Darcie insists that she WANTS to give Gianna a massage to help her relax.
Darcie starts massaging Gianna's shoulders, both clothed and sitting up, commenting on how tense she is. Gianna says that she hasn't been touched in awhile, so that's to be expected. Darcie admits that this is why she's started dating girls lately. Guys just aren't that in tune with their feelings and there's a lot of nonsense... Girls understand each other.
Gianna is intrigued that her best friend's been with girls and asks more about it. What does it feel like being with girls? Darcie says it's better being with girls because they know how to please other women better than guys do... Even as Darcie says this, she starts to playfully tug at Gianna's clothes.
Darcie tells her that she can take off her shirt and pants, if she really wants to be comfortable. They're best friends, so it's not like they haven't seen each other in their underwear before. Gianna hesitates a moment, flustered because of the physical touch, but shakes herself out of it by agreeing and trying to play it cool. She removes her shirt and pants while Darcie does the same. Gianna lays down on her front across the bed while Darcie straddles her hips and begins massaging her.
Almost immediately, the massage becomes more sensual -- at least more sensual than Gianna's expecting since her eyes widen with surprise, then pleasure. She becomes aroused under Darcie's skilled hands, moaning softly and arching into the touches. Once she's on her back and is face-to-face with Darcie, she's even more flustered.
Meanwhile, Darcie is confident and on a mission as she thoroughly massages Gianna's front, even her breasts, which gets pleased reactions from Gianna. Then Gianna looks guilty, breaking out of the spell for a moment, and Darcie asks her what's wrong. Gianna admits that the massage's got her thinking about sex, but her boyfriend isn't there... Darcie playfully echoes from earlier that she's his sister, so that's close enough, right? Besides, Gianna said herself that the voucher naturally includes sex, too, so Darcie wants to ensure that Gianna gets the entire intended package -- starting with a kiss!
When their lips first meet, Gianna is still uncertain, though Darcie's confident and experienced kissing style quickly unravels Gianna. Darcie riles Gianna more by kissing at her neck and breasts while slipping her hand down to palm Gianna's pussy, fingering her. Gianna is soon lost in the moment and wanting more. Darcie delivers by eating her out and showing Gianna how to please a woman, too. Suddenly, Gianna can see the appeal with sticking with girls!
A few moments later, her phone sounds again. 'Yes, I AM over 18, eggplant emoji,' she says, dictating her text all the way down to the emoji she adds for effect. She goes back to pleasuring herself. Seconds pass, and her phone sounds a third time. 'Oooh, I can't wait for you to cum inside me,' she says as she types. She sends the text, and then types up another message. 'My address is...'. She hits send. Almost instantly, she gets a single one-line reply, which we see displayed on the phone. 'see you soon.' it reads.
With a smile, Meg puts down the phone and gets back to pleasuring herself with the pillow. Her ass is mesmerizing in her skimpy underwear as she bucks her hips back and forth. She licks a finger of her now free hand. She slips the finger through the waistband of her underwear and starts fingering her pussy, pressing in deeper as she backs into it after each thrust forward into the pillow. She enjoys this rhythm for about a half-minute, before pausing to pull a dildo and lube out of her nightstand drawer. She lowers her underwear and lubes up the dildo with gentle strokes of her hand over the plastic. Eagerly, she sticks it in her pussy, easing it deeper into herself with soft moans. She begins fucking herself with the dildo and fingering herself on the bed for several minutes.
Her phone sounds again, and Meg wonders aloud to herself as she picks up her phone whether he got lost. She looks at her messages and remarks that it's a message from another guy. She reads it silently to herself and bites her lip and grins. 'I'm busy for a little while... but how about in an hour?' she says as she types. She types with one hand, and we see her other hand playing idly with her lubed up pussy as she waits for a response. 'Sure, I can host. I'll text you the address...' She types rapidly into her phone and hits send. She starts to type another message, 'I can't wait for you to...' At the moment where she would say the words 'cum inside', we cut to the title plate of the same name.
CUT TO another day, Meg is wearing some casual clothing and milling about her bedroom. She is dancing energetically as she tidies up her room. Her booty shakes enticingly as she moves. We watch from a male gaze POV for a good half-minute. Then, suddenly, we cut to a different POV, a voyeuristic one watching her dancing from outside her window which is ajar. We cut back to the interior of her room, then back again to the voyeur's perspective.
Meg finishes cleaning and then decides to unwind with a bath. We watch her undress from the interior male gaze POV, though we see the tail end of her undressing and her leaving the room from the voyeur POV. After a few seconds of staring into the empty room, the voyeur POV seems to get up and walk forward.
CUT TO inside the washroom, where Meg is naked and is turning on the water for the bathtub. She checks the temperature of the water with her hand, then makes an impatient face. She waits for a few moments awkwardly. Suddenly she hears a faint creaking sound from the other room. She cranes her neck to listen, then asks if anyone is there. She peeks around the bathroom door and sees a strange man Seth Gamble looking back at her.
The intruder is standing calmly, hands in the pockets of his ratty jacket, his hood up over his head. He looks tough and intimidating. Meg's heart is racing and her breath is shallow and panicked, clearly frightened by the stranger standing just to the side of the doorway out of the bathroom.
She asks him what he's doing, how did he get in here? The stranger replies 'You left your door open,' in an eerily calm soft voice. His calmness just makes Meg even more nervous, and she shrinks back a bit. Why is he here? 'I got your invite,' the intruder answers. Meg looks him up and down, still frightened but also confused. She didn't send him any invites. The intruder tells her softly that she should be more careful with giving out her address so freely online. The internet can be such a scary place.
Meg tries to muster up the courage to seem less afraid than she really is. 'I'm not really in the mood for sex right now,' she says, trying to reason with him. 'That's too bad,' he replies sounding disappointed, 'I am.' Meg gulps and tries to ignore his reply. She tries to lie, and suggests that maybe he could give her his contact information and they could hook up another time. The intruder pouts and says why not do it now? He's here, she's naked, now seems like as good a time as any.
Meg insists a bit more strongly that now is NOT a good time. 'Oh... ok...' the intruder says disappointed but doesn't press the issue further. Meg waits expecting him to say something, move, leave, but he just stands there. Her voice wavers as she asks why he won't leave. 'YOU can leave,' he says almost as an invitation, 'the door's right there.'
She stands still in place, terrified. Almost tauntingly, he follows up by asking her what she's waiting for. She starts to walk towards the door, slow and hesitant, and gets a couple of steps forward until he makes a quick gesture causing her to flinch backwards, nothing violent, just something to spook her. He laughs almost playfully, he was just teasing her. She really can just walk right past him if she wants to leave. What is she afraid of? But instead of walking forward again, Meg shrinks back further into a corner.
The intruder remarks that it seems like she doesn't want to leave, it seems like she wants to stay. 'Please,' Meg begs, but is too scared to get more words out besides incoherent mumbling. The intruder takes a step forward into the room, and asks please what? Please fuck her? That's all he's been asking to do all along. Meg shakes her head but can't manage to choke out any other words. The intruder says he'll leave if he can fuck her. That's what she wants, right? Meg clutches at the towel barely covering her body and nods yes, still not able to form any words. The intruder asks that she meant she wants him to fuck her, right? Because it almost seemed like she nodded because she wanted him to leave. But the invite said she wanted to get fucked.
Meg puts her hands over her face in desperation, then after a moment of reflection she gives in. Yes, she says defeatedly, she'll let him fuck her if he promises to leave after. As he starts unzipping his pants, the intruder says matter-of-factly that of course he'd leave after, this isn't his house.