#70sroger

Ben pulls his sweater over his head and starts tugging her shirt up her torso. She shivers as Roger’s fingers crawl higher up her leg. Suddenly his hands fall from her thighs and goes to the zipper on her skirt, he rips the skirt down her legs just as Ben lulls her shirt over her head.

“Matching set?” Roger’s eyebrow is cocked, his eyes practically black, he licks his lips as he lowers himself between her legs. She keeps his eyes on his, as he kisses up her legs. She lets out a whine as she feels his hot breath on her center.

Ben combs back some of her hair looking down at her lovingly. Roger slowly tucks his thumbs into the band of her panties and drags them down her legs, kissing and nipping the meaty part of her thigh.

Macie drags one hand down Bens body, her jaw dropped open in a gasp when Roger finally puts his mouth on her core. He licks a stripe with his tongue flat, barely grazing over her clit.

“Who made you this wet baby?” Ben closes the gap between his lips and Macie’s, she gasps as Roger works quicker, Ben kiss burns on her lips.

Roger's tongue is ruthless on her clit, working out a pattern that drives her crazy. Her heels dig into his back. He sucks on her clit, groaning around her. His left-hand dances up her leg, pressing them open even more. With his middle finger, he rubs circles on her entrance. Feeling him enter her, she bites her lip.

Ben kisses down her bra straps, to the rim of her bra cups. He sucks dark pink spots on her breasts. Her fingers tangle in his hair, gently taking a hand full and tugging on it. It makes Ben roughly pull her bra cups down exposing her almost completely. Ben’s lips close over her nipple and Roger's fingers pump into her quickly.

“I’m close-“ she mumbles.

“Come for is Macie.” Ben breaths into her ear.

Macie falls apart, under them, legs shaking and head falling back, chest heaving.

“Fuck!” She yells out with a string of moans and whines.

Roger leans his head on her thigh, his hand on her hip. Ben watches her catch her breath and pets her hair out of her face.

“She’s beautiful.” Roger gruffly mentions to Ben.

When Macie finally sits up, she makes quick work of her bra and pushes Ben back to straddle his lap.

“I need one of you inside me.” She kisses him and slides down his body, she presses a kiss to his hip before she tugs his zipper down with her teeth. Her finger, still shaking open the button. He leans up on his elbows watching her, she nuzzles into his hardness. Kneeling between his legs, she turns to Roger, reaching out to pull him onto the bed. While Ben takes his pants off, she helps Roger strip out of his tight jeans. She takes his naked hips and sits him down next to Ben.

She sits on her feet in front of them, each of hands on one of their thighs.

With her neck is bruised, her lips swollen. Her eyes, dark with lust.

Roger leans down and kisses her. She can taste herself on his lips. Groaning into the kiss Ben starts stroking himself. Her hand travels up his thigh to join his hand, stroking him for him. Macie’s other hand goes further up Roger’s thigh to his length. Her thumb collects some of the precum and uses it as lube to stroke his length.

“I want to taste you.”  She groans watching her hands on their erections.

Roger’s hand reaches out to cup Macie’s cheek. She takes this as an invitation to start on him first. She doesn’t stop her hand on Ben as she licks up Roger’s cock. She takes the head into her mouth, hollows her cheeks, and ducks down onto him. His hips buck up, his cock gagging her slightly. She smiles happily at the feeling.

She syncs her movement around Roger and Ben. Ben is pawing at the bed. Roger puts a hand in Macie's hair, and his other finds Ben’s hand sitting between them. Macie moans around Roger when she presses onto him, her nose pressed to his skin. Part of him slides down her throat and when she moans he lets out a loud curse.

“Stop!” He breathes. “I’m not going to last long like that love.” Roger pulls her off of him, a string of her spit hangs from her mouth. His hand slid through her hair and rests on her cheek, the pad of her thumb gently rubbing small circle.

When their eye's connected, Macie gets lost in them, her hand stops on Ben’s length and he growls at the loss of contact.

Her attention goes back to him, kissing his knee while she crawls in between his legs. Her head dipping closer, she doesn’t waste any time. She spits down onto the head of his cock before she takes him into her mouth. Her head bob’s speedily as Ben’s hands go to her hair, he falls back and pulls her close, almost fucking up into her mouth. She lets him.

Roger slowly palms his length as he watches them.

Not too much time passes before the heat in her stomach grows again. Selfishly she pulls off of Ben and uses his knees to stand up.

Her hands on her hips. Waiting.

They stare at her, eyes glazing over her while body. Their gaze making her weak at the knees.

It doesn’t take long for her to crawl on the bed with them. Sobered up, she wasn’t sure what was going to happen now.

“How are we going to do this?” She asks. “I need you, both of you. Now.” Ben stands from the bed, towering over them. Her goes between her legs first, his hips laying down onto her’s. HIs hand cups her cheek and travels down her neck and between her breasts, down her stomach to her pussy. Her wetness cover’s her thighs.

“You’re a mess.” He whispers slipping himself inside her. She’s so ready for him, doesn’t take her long to get used to his girth.

Roger’s eyes glaze over as he watches, still palming at his length. Macie’s leg’s rise from the bed as she tries to get closer to Ben. She looks at Roger, biting her lip, she reaches out for him. He lays down next to her, kisses up her neck to meet her lips.

“You feels so good.” She moans.

Roger caringly tucks some of her hair behind her ears, and her hand does the same to him as they kiss.

Ben is plowing into her at just the right angle. She gasps with each thrust, slapping skin echoing through the apartment.

“Ben!” She calls out as a second orgasm washes over her body, he doesn’t let up through it, relishing in the way her body convulses under him. He pulls out of her slowly afraid to lose contact.

When Roger and Ben switch places, they share a sweet kiss. Roger takes his place between Macie’s open and ready legs.