"Fuck, Steve, right there." Jeff was braced on his elbows, but the force of Steve’s thrusts sent him sliding forward across the bedsheets ‘til his arms were stretched over his head.

"Yeah?" Steve smirked, bucking his hips to drive the thick cock he'd picked out further into Jeff's ass. "You like that, babe?"

Jeff let out a long, drawn out groan as his back arched and his head fell to the mattress below. "Fuuuck, you're so deep. Can feel you in my throat."

Steve laughed—a small gasping sound—as he drilled his boyfriend deeper into the bed. "We should do this more often."

"I don't know if I can, Stevie. Think I'd die."

Steve laughed, leaning forward to drape himself across Jeff's back so he could whisper right into his ear. "Yeah, and I like your cock in my cunt too much to give it up. But I gotta say—" Steve drew back to drag a palm across the length of Jeff's spine. "This is a beautiful sight. I'd like to see it more often."

Jeff grunted on a particularly sharp thrust forward. "I think that could be arranged, baby."

Steve smiled, dropping a kiss to the base of Jeff's neck. "Yeah? You promise?"

"Babe, I'd say just about anything right now if it meant you’d keep fucking me like this."

Steve moaned, jerking his hips forward to grind against the base of the dildo nestled against his cock. "Good thing I don’t have any plans on stopping, then."

“… this…” Chrissy watches Robin’s fingers brush over blush-pink folds “…is the labia minora.”

Chrissy’s heart flutters in an anxious rhythm. “They look all…wrinkly and weird.”

“I think they’re gorgeous,” Robin husks. In the pocket-sized mirror, Robin’s fingers spread, revealing soft pink flesh that glistens with wetness. The very tip of one finger dips into it—Chrissy squeaks, jumping in surprise. “That is your vagina.”

“I-I thought the whole thing…?”

“No, babe, just this pretty little hole.” And then Robin is inside her.

Chrissy moans—and immediately slaps an embarrassed hand over her mouth.

A kiss brushes over her neck. “Hey.” Robin’s voice is low, soothing. “I want to hear you.”

Chrissy nods, speechless, and Robin’s finger pulls out, tracing upwards. “This is your urethra…and this—” her finger hovers over the hard pink nub at the top of Chrissy’s vulva “—is the clitoris.”

Robin presses the mirror into Chrissy’s palm, and she watches as Robin keeps her labia spread with one hand and brings the first two fingers of the other down to press against her clitoris.

Chrissy throws her head against Robin’s shoulder with a moan, as Robin rubs.

Robin tsks in her ear, whispering, “C’mon baby, want you to watch what I do to you.”

Heat pools in Chrissy’s gut. Muscles clench. Her body is taut as a bow as Robin’s hand quickens.

The tension snaps, pleasure spilling all over. Chrissy doesn’t know what to call it.

But it’s the best she’s ever felt in her body.

Steve sunk into the couch, hand tangling in the mop of curls between his spread thighs. "That's it, puppy," he grunted, bucking his hips against Gareth's panting mouth. "Get me nice and wet."

Gareth moaned into Steve's cunt, lapping enthusiastically, and Steve kept fucking his face, grinding his dick against the flat of his puppy's tongue as he slobbered all over him. 

Steve's cunt throbbed, aching to be filled. "Get up here," he said roughly, dragging Gareth up the length of his body until he was straddling Steve's open legs. 

His puppy whined, rutting his soft cock against Steve's thigh. 

"Shhh, you gotta be good for me, okay puppy? Can't get any treats until Master says you can."

Gareth whimpered, trembling in Steve's lap with the effort to hold still. 

Steve reached down to cup a hand over Gareth's dick, kneading firmly at his balls and the pump concealed there. Gareth keened, burying his face into the side of Steve's neck.