#spemily

As you lounged on the couch at home, you sent a text to Emily, a smirk playing on your lips as you typed, "I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, Em. The way your lips feel on my pussy…it drives me wild." You hit send and felt a little thrill at the thought of her reading it in the bustling office, surrounded by her colleagues. You knew it would be a sweet torture for her, a delicious secret that would keep her mind on you until she got home.

To Spencer, you sent a different message, one that painted a vivid picture of you kneeling under his desk, his pants around his ankles. "I wish I could suck you off right now, Spencer. Your cock in my mouth, my tongue playing with your balls… Can you imagine the look on everyone's faces if they knew?" You pictured his cheeks flushing at the thought, his mind racing with the scandalous image.

Emily's phone chimed discreetly, interrupting her focus on a particularly complex case. She glanced down, expecting something completely mundane. But as she read your text, her eyes widened in surprise and arousal. Her breath hitched, and she felt a sudden wetness between her thighs. The room grew hot, leaving her flustered as she tried to compose herself.

Spencer's phone vibrated against the wooden desk, a silent but insistent pulse that drew his attention from his work. He glanced over at your name, and his heart skipped a beat. He read the message and felt a blush creep up his neck, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin. He couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer naughtiness of it all. He looked around the bullpen, ensuring no one was watching, and replied with a promise that had him twitching with excitement.

You decided to up the ante and snapped a picture of yourself in the white lingerie you had picked out especially for tonight. It was barely covering your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, and you knew it would drive Spencer wild. You send it to him with the caption, "A little something to help keep you focused at work."

Spencer's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the picture. He quickly pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. The sight of you, laid out like that, waiting for him made his resolve weaken. His focus kept straying from the case files, the picture of you front and centre of his mind.

Emily noticed Spencer's sudden shift in demeanour. The way he fidgeted in his chair and the way his eyes kept darting to his phone made her grin wickedly. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

Her own phone buzzed, and she looked down to find your text, accompanied by an image that was far from professional. The sight of you, barely covered in the seductive lingerie, made her mouth go dry. The other agents in the bullpen were oblivious to the steamy thoughts racing through her mind.

You had been riling yourself up all day, keeping yourself on edge with every little thing you did. Every move you made you felt the anticipation building, making the ache between your legs that much more intense. The fabric of your underwear brushed against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, a sweet torment that you basked in. You had been teasing yourself with thoughts of what's to come once Spencer and Emily get home.

Finally, your phone buzzed with the text you've been waiting for: "On our way home, darling." The words made your heart start to race. You jumped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom to prepare for their arrival.

You softened the light in the bedroom, dimming the lamps to cast a warm, sultry glow across the room. You took a moment to make sure everything you need was within arm's reach, not wanting any interruptions to spoil the mood once they arrived.

As you heard the key turn in the lock, your heart began to thunder in your chest. The door swung open and there they were, Spencer and Emily, looking at you with a hunger that could only be described as ravenous. The tension between the three of you was palpable.

Without a word, Emily strode towards you, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She took you by the wrists and gently but firmly pulled you towards the bedroom. Spencer followed close behind, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie.

Emily's lips met yours in a fiery kiss, her tongue darting into your mouth with a familiar heat. Her hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. You could feel her excitement, her hunger for you, and it only served to make your own desire burn even hotter.

Spencer took his place behind you, his firm grip on your hips making you arch your back instinctively. His warm breath danced across the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands began to explore, tracing the curve of your ass before sliding up to your ribcage, teasing just under the edge of your lingerie.

Emily's mouth left yours and trailed down to your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she nipped and kissed along the way. Your eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping your lips. Meanwhile, Spencer had moved from behind you, his eyes now locked onto Emily's ass as he slid behind her.

With practiced ease, he began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers working swiftly to expose her navy coloured bra. She leaned into you, her breasts pressing against your chest as Spencer's hands dragged down towards her trousers.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he undid her belt, his knuckles brushing against her abdomen, making her shiver. He tugged at the waistband, and her trousers slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.

Emily stepped out of them, now only in her matching navy bra and panties. She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing through the room. You couldn't help but admire the way she looked standing there, confident and sexy.

You noticed that Spencer was still fully dressed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, a couple shirt buttons undone, and his pants still on. "Someone's a bit overdressed," you teased, nodding towards him.

With a smoldering gaze, Emily took the cue and stepped closer to Spencer. She placed a soft kiss to his lips before moving to undo his tie, fingers gliding through the material with ease. You stepped up to his other side and mirrored her movements, placing a kiss on his neck.

Together, you and Emily worked in harmony, each one of you eager to reveal more of his body to the other. His tie came off first, discarded to the floor with a gentle toss from Emily. Then, one by one, you started on the buttons of his shirt. Each button that popped open revealed a new patch of his pale, lean chest.

When his shirt was open, you couldn't help but let your hand slip inside to feel his warm, firm skin. Your fingernails grazed lightly over his abdomen, making him flinch and groan.

You both reached for his belt buckle, your hands brushing against each other in the process. You felt the heat of Emily's breath on your cheek, and she smirked before saying, "Ladies first," with a wink.

With a gentle tug, you pulled the zipper down. His erection was evident, pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Emily's hand reached out, cupping his cock over the material, making Spencer gasp.

As you pushed his shirt off, Spencer stepped out of his shoes, and his pants followed suit. He was now only in his boxer briefs, which Emily proceeded to slip down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making you both stare with hungry eyes.

Emily moved over to you, undoing the clasp of your bra. The material fell away, revealing your breasts to the warm air. She cupped them, her thumbs gently brushing over your erect nipples.

"On the bed," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. You didn't need to be told twice. You practically jumped onto the soft, plush surface, the anticipation coursing through your veins like electricity.

Emily leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You've been a naughty little tease today," she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her tone. She reached for the leather cuffs you had so conveniently laid out earlier.

Her eyes locked with yours as she secured each wrist to the headboard, one by one. The soft leather of the cuffs cool against your heated skin. "Now, you're going to learn the true meaning of patience," she murmured, her voice dripping with the sweet promise of torment.

You thought you had orchestrated this entire evening, but as you lay there, bound and exposed, you realized that Emily had other plans. She didn't miss a beat, immediately taking control of the situation as she stepped away from the bed. "Now, Spencer," she said with a smirk, "I believe it's time for us to have some fun."

Letting out a whine, you tried your best to give them the puppy dog eyes, hoping to be released from your restraints and join in the fun immediately. But Emily just chuckled, shaking her head. "Patience, darling," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You've had all day to think about this."

Ignoring your pleas, Spencer stepped closer to Emily. His hand reached up to cradle her face, and before you could even blink, their lips met in a fiery kiss. You watched as his thumb traced the outline of her jaw, her hands roaming down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, and you could feel your own need building as you watched them. Spencer's other hand made its way to the clasp of Emily's bra, and with a quick flick of his fingers, it was undone. The cups fell away, revealing her breasts to his eager gaze.

Spencer cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her breasts swaying under his touch. You felt your own pussy clench with desire as he began to fondle her, his palms moving in slow, sensual circles. Her skin looked so soft and inviting that you found yourself wishing it was your touch instead.

You watched as Emily leaned into Spencer's touch, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but it only added to the thrill. You squirmed under your restraints, your hips bucking up into the air as you grew wetter by the second.

Emily's hand trailed lower, her fingertips grazing over Spencer's stomach before finally wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb gliding over the precum beading at the tip. The sight of her hand on him made you ache to join, but the cuffs held firm, keeping you the captive audience of their erotic display.

With a gentle nudge, Spencer laid Emily down sideways on the foot of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She looked up at him with a smoldering gaze as he stepped back, taking in her body, laid out for him to feast on. You bit your lip, watching as Spencer's eyes travelled down her torso to her wet panties.

Spencer took his time, his mouth watering as he kissed down her body. His lips lingered on her neck, making her shiver before moving down to kiss along her collarbone. His kisses grew more urgent as he reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her hardened nipples, making her moan softly.

You couldn't stop yourself from squirming and whining. The desire to touch, to be touched, was overwhelming. You watched as Spencer's hand slid down Emily's stomach, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her panties. He traced the seam, teasing her, making her hips rock into his touch.

With one swift move, Spencer dragged Emily's panties down her legs, the fabric sliding over her thighs and calves before he tossed them in your direction. You watched them fly towards you, landing just shy of your face. The scent of her arousal lingered, making your mouth water.

Emily's legs parted slightly, and Spencer knelt between them. His tongue darted out, and he took a long, slow lick from her hole to her clit. You felt your own clit pulse in response, desperately wanting the same attention.

He began to worship her with his mouth, his tongue swirling around her clit as his thumbs spread her wider. You could see her wetness glistening, smell her sweet scent in the air, and it was all you could do not to scream with frustration.

Emily's moans grew louder, filling the room with the erotic symphony of her pleasure. Her hips bucked against Spencer's mouth, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as she grew closer to the edge. You watched, entranced, as Spencer's cheeks hollowed with every suck and lick, her juices coating his chin.

"You see this?" she panted, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You want it, don't you?" Her smirk was devilish, knowing full well the torment she was putting you through.

Spencer looked up from his task. His fingers, slick with her wetness, hovered just above your parted lips. "How about a taste?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. You leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow, eager to taste her on him. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly took them in, sucking the essence of Emily's arousal off of his skin. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of salt and sweet that made your mouth water for more.

Emily took that moment to climb up the bed, straddling your hips. She leaned down, pressing her mouth against yours, sharing the taste of her desire. The feeling of her breasts pressing into yours made your nipples peak even more, your body begging to be touched. But she had other ideas.

Reaching to the side, she grabbed the vibrator you had so thoughtfully placed within reach. She strapped it to her own thigh, positioning it perfectly against your clit, setting it to the lowest vibration. The hum was faint, almost a whisper, compared to the roar of your arousal.

With a wicked smile, Emily climbed off of you and made her way back to Spencer, who was still kneeling on the foot of the bed, watching the two of you with rapt attention.

Spencer took her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before guiding her to turn around. With a gentle push, she was positioned on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.

Without wasting a moment, Spencer got behind her, his cock at her entrance. The tip of his erection teasing her entrance. You watched, breathless, as he slid into her, inch by inch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a moan tore from her throat as he filled her completely. The sight of him claiming her, taking her, made your clit throb against the vibrator strapped to your thigh.

Emily's body moved with Spencer's, their skin slapping together as he took her roughly. The vibrator barely touched you, the gentle buzz against your clit driving you insane with need. You had the perfect view, but it was torture, the sweetest kind of frustration. Your eyes wandered over every inch of them, drinking in the sight of their bodies joined and their faces contorted with pleasure.

You could feel your hips bucking uncontrollably, trying to get even an ounce of the stimulation they were sharing. Your breaths came in short pants, your chest heaving with every thrust. The vibrator was a cruel reminder of what you were denied, sending a minimal amount of pleasure through your body, not enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger you felt.

Emily's eyes met yours, and she smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. She pushed back into Spencer with every stroke, her ass bouncing slightly with every impact. You couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing sight of his cock sliding in and out of her.

Then, Spencer tapped one of Emily's arms. She lifted it without a second thought, her hand reaching back. You watched as he grabbed hold of her arm by the elbow, pulling her torso taught. Her other arm moved back for him to hold.

Now, with her body arched back, Emily's breasts thrust out even more, the flesh bouncing with every hard thrust Spencer delivered from behind. It was a delicious sight, one that had you desperately wishing you could touch, suck, or bite them.

Spencer took full advantage of the new angle. He pushed into her deeper, his hips slamming against hers, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and gasps of pleasure. The bed rocked under them, and you felt every movement resonate through the mattress beneath you.

The sight of Emily's body, stretched taut with pleasure, and Spencer's cock disappearing into her over and over was maddening. You were so close to them, but the cruel leather cuffs held you in place. Your fingers curled into fists, desperate to reach out and touch.

The vibrator on the lowest setting continued to tease your clit, the barest of sensations taunting you. It was a torment you hadn't anticipated, but one that somehow heightened the scene playing out before you. You could feel your juices drenching the fabric of your underwear, your thighs quivering with need.

Emily looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes hooded with lust. "You like watching, don't you?" she purred. "You like watching Spencer claim me, filling me up with his thick, hard cock?"

Spencer groaned, his hands tightening around Emily's arms. "Tell us how much you want it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Tell us how much you want to be filled up too."

"I want your tight, little pussy to take everything we have to give." Emily licked her lips, the words coming out as a purr.

"Mmhmm," Spencer nodded in agreement, his strokes becoming more fervent. "Imagine it, Emily, her begging for us to fill her up."

Emily's eyes glazed over with lust as she pictured you beneath them, begging for their touch. "Tell me, darling," she started. "How does it feel watching us? Do you wish it was you, taking his cock?"

You swallowed hard, the vibrator still buzzing against you. "Yes," you finally managed to yell out. "I want that. I want you both."

Emily's smirk grew wider as she watched your reaction. She began to rock back into Spencer's thrusts, her pace increasing. The vibrator was now a constant, maddening pulse against your clit, your body begging for more.

"Spencer," she began. "I think our little audience is suffering enough. Time to turn up the vibrations, don't you think?" Without missing a beat, Spencer carefully released her arms.

Spencer's hand moved to the vibrator, his thumb finding the control. The hum grew louder, the vibrations stronger, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the sudden increase in sensation. You felt your body respond immediately, your hips bucking up into the air, desperate for relief.

Emily watched you with a gleam in her eye. "Good things come to those who wait, darling."

Spencer reached down and flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, making you gasp. The vibrations grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The ache grew stronger, the anticipation unbearable. You watched as Spencer took hold of Emily's arms once again. He began fucking her with an intensity that was almost violent.

Emily's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as Spencer's cock pounded into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with every thrust, her walls tightening around him. Her breaths grew ragged, her body trembling as she approached the precipice.

Suddenly, she was there. She threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of it all. You watched, the vibrator on your clit now building up the same pleasure in you, as Emily's climax painted a vivid picture of pure ecstasy on her face.

Spencer's grip on her arms tightened as he thrust into her, the wet sounds of her pussy clenching around him filling the room. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, the vibrations from the toy growing stronger and more insistent with every second.

But it was the sight of Emily's wetness, her juices sliding down her thighs and onto the bed, that finally pushed you over the edge. You couldn't help but let out a moan that was louder than you had intended, your voice echoing off the walls.

With a final, harsh slam into Emily, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Emily's body clenched around him, her orgasm being drawn out. The vibrator was almost too much now, the intense pleasure making your body convulse uncontrollably.

Spencer pulled out with a wet sound, and you watched in a daze as his cum began to dribble out of her, running down her thighs in thick, white lines. The sight was obscenely erotic, making your stomach clench with a mix of arousal and envy.

Emily's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breaths coming in pants as she collapsed onto the bed beside you. But Spencer wasn't done yet. With a predatory look in his eyes, he moved up the bed.

He reached down and untied the vibrator from your thigh, the sudden loss of sensation making you whine. Then, with a swift move, he tugged your panties down, the fabric tearing away from your body as he yanked them off.

Spencer didn't waste any time. His fingers found their way to Emily's cum-soaked folds, and with a wicked smile, he scooped up a generous amount of his own release. You watched, eyes wide, as he brought those same fingers to your own drenched pussy.

Without a second thought, he pushed them inside you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. The feeling of his fingers, still slick with his cum and her juices, was intense. He didn't hold back, fucking you with a fervour that had your legs spreading wider of their own accord.

The vibrations from the toy had been a tease, a gentle caress compared to the reality of his touch. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease, the wetness from his and Emily's combined releases coating him, allowing him to slide in deep. Each stroke was punctuated with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to echo in the room.

You bucked your hips up, trying to meet him, desperate for the fullness you'd been denied. Spencer took his time, watching the expressions that played out on your face with a smug smile. Your body thrashed against the cuffs, your breasts jiggling with the force of your movements.

Emily took that moment to recover, her breathing evening out as she climbed up the bed towards you. Her hand reached out and cupped one of your breasts, her thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

With a devilish smile, she leaned down, her hot breath fanning over your skin. You felt her mouth close around the tender flesh, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before she took it between her teeth and gave it a gentle tug. You arched your back, a moan escaping your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her mouth moved down to the valley between your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet path that made you shiver. Each nip, each lick was a brand, marking you as theirs for the night.

You were a quivering mess, moaning unintelligibly as Emily's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of your neck. Spencer's fingers continued their relentless assault on your pussy, his thumb circling your clit, sending electric jolts through your body.

The orgasm that crashed over you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was as if your entire body was a live wire, sparks flying everywhere as your muscles clenched and released in wave after wave of pleasure.

You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the intensity of your climax took over. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting Spencer's thrusting hand with each stroke. The feeling was overwhelming, the mix of his touch and Emily's teeth on your neck too much.

As the last spasms of pleasure rocked through you, Spencer didn't let up. He knew you could take more, that you needed more. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down gently. His fingers in your pussy never stopped, now targeting your G-spot with a precision that left you panting.

The pressure grew, building a crescendo of pleasure that started in your belly and radiated outwards. It was unlike anything you'd felt before, a coiling tension that grew and grew until you felt like you were going to burst. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a sign of the release that was coming.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he worked you over, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of force. Emily's teeth grazed your neck, her hand moving to your throat to gently squeeze. You felt yourself getting closer, the need to let go growing stronger with each passing second.

He pressed down on your lower abdomen a little more, your muscles tightened around his fingers as he curled them against your G-spot. Emily's mouth moved up to your ear, her voice a hot whisper against your skin. "You're going to squirt for us, aren't you?" she asked, her breathing heavy with excitement.

You nodded, unable to form words. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. Spencer's thumb flicked over your clit faster, his fingers pumping into you with a steadfast rhythm that had your body shaking.

Emily leaned closer, her breath hot against your neck. "Say it," she murmured. "Tell us you're going to come for us."

You gritted your teeth, the need to scream their names overpowering you. "I'm going to… come," you managed, the words barely leaving your mouth.

Emily's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "That's our good little slut," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

With a final, punishing push, you felt it. The orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your pussy fluttering around Spencer's fingers as you squirted, your juices soaking the bed beneath you.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see Spencer licking his fingers clean. The sight of him tasting you, savouring the evidence of your pleasure, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Emily was watching you intently, a look of concern and care in her eyes. She reached out and stroked your cheek. "Are you okay, love?" she asked. "Do you want to keep going?"

You nodded, the word "yes" slipping past your lips. You were still reeling from the intensity of your last orgasm, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable. You needed more.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against your skin. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Then, she turned to Spencer with a wicked smile. "Help me adjust her," she said, removing the pillows propping you up. "I want to sit on her face."

He took hold of your ankles, his grip firm but gentle, and began to pull you down the bed. You felt the leather cuffs pull your arms taught as you slid along the sheets, the fabric gliding against your sensitive skin.

You watched as Emily positioned herself over you, her pussy glistening with her cum. Her legs straddled your head, and she lowered herself down, the heat of her sex enveloping your face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and you eagerly opened your mouth, ready to taste her.

Spencer knelled closer, his own cock now fully hard again. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his hands holding you in place as he aligned himself with your eager entrance. The head of his cock brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As you began eating Emily out her hand found the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The first few inches of Spencer's cock slid into you with ease, the lubrication from your previous orgasm allowing for a smooth entry. But as he pushed in further, you felt a slight burn, a delicious stretch that had you panting into Emily's pussy.

As Spencer started a slow rhythm, you began lapping at Emily's pussy with a fervour. Your tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and licking, tasting the saltiness of cum on your lips. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Spencer's thrusts as she ground herself against your face.

You loved every second of being at their mercy, the feeling of being used for their pleasure. It was intoxicating. You were no longer just an observer, but an integral part of their passionate dance.

With Spencer's cock now fully seated within you, he upped the speed, his hips ramming into yours with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. Each thrust sent your body rocking into the mattress, the leather cuffs creaking with every movement.

Spencer's hand came down, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He tapped it lightly at first, the sensation making you moan against Emily's pussy. The sound of your muffled cries only seemed to spur him on, his rhythm growing more erratic.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body rocking against yours in time with Spencer's thrusts. She leaned forward, her breasts jiggling, and you felt her nails dig into the skin of your torso as she held on tighter. Each tap from Spencer sent a shock of pleasure through you, making your own tongue move faster, more insistently against her clit.

The scene unfolded before you like a living, breathing painting of eroticism. The soft curves of Emily's body, the sharp lines of Spencer's physique, the leather of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed—everything was a masterpiece of desire and want. Your senses were on overload, the taste of her, the smell of them both, the feel of Spencer's cock stretching you, the sound of skin slapping together.

All thoughts of work, of the outside world, of anything but the raw, primal need to come, had been driven from your mind. You were a creature of pure instinct now, a being of sensation and craving. Your entire existence was focused on the wet, warm heat of Emily's pussy on your face, and the thick, hard cock inside you, claiming you as their own.

Spencer leaned forward, his cock still pistoning in and out of your soaking wet pussy. His mouth found Emily's breasts, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that begged for more. You felt the vibration of her moans run through her body, her hips grinding down onto your face as she threw her head back in pleasure.

The three of you were a tangled mess of limbs and desire, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of release. Spencer's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing hitching as he felt his own climax approaching. Emily's thighs tightened around your head, her moans growing louder, more demanding. You knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Spencer's fingers found your clit once again, stroking it with a masterful touch that had you arching your back. Each pass over the sensitive bundle of nerves sent electricity through your body, making your toes curl. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy clenching around his cock with each movement.

"You're so beautiful, Em," he murmured, his voice strained with his own growing need. "Riding her face like that, taking her mouth like it's yours. And look at her pussy, so slick and ready to be bred."

Emily moaned at his words, her hips bucking harder against your face. You felt her pussy juices leak onto your face. The thought of Spencer's cum filling you up, the idea of being bred by him, sent a fresh surge of arousal through you.

Suddenly, Emily's body tightened. With a scream, she came, her orgasm flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, the taste of her release mingling with the lingering flavour of Spencer's cum.

Her legs trembled as she lifted herself off your face. She rolled to the side, gasping for air, leaving Spencer's cock buried deep within you. "Keep going," she panted. "Don't stop until she's screaming."

With renewed vigour, Spencer pounded into you, his hips a blur as he chased his own orgasm. Emily leaned back into the pillows, watching you both with hooded eyes. "That's right," she began. "Take his cock like a good little slut. You love being filled up, don't you?"

You could only whine out in response, the word "yes" lost to the sounds of pleasure that had overtaken you. Spencer's strokes grew even more demanding, the sound of your wetness adding to the obscene sounds you were making.

Emily's voice grew more commanding. "Spencer, breed her," she said, her hand moving to her own clit, her fingers working it in slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck her full of your cum."

Spencer's eyes darkened, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. The idea of claiming you in such a primal way had him on edge, his body responding with an instinctual need to fill you with his seed.

You felt it, the pressure building up, your body begging for release. Emily's words had tipped you over, the dirty talk echoing in your ears. "I want it," you moaned. "I want you to breed me."

Spencer's strokes grew more erratic, his body taut with his own impending climax. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt your orgasm coil, ready to explode. Then, it hit you. Your body thrashed against the bed, the leather cuffs holding strong.

The feeling of Spencer's warm cum flooding your pussy was exquisite, making your own orgasm drag out, as if you were floating in a sea of pleasure. Each pulse of his release sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your core.

After a beat, Emily began to unbuckle the leather cuffs that had held you so tightly. You felt the leather loosen around your wrists, the sudden freedom making your skin tingle with sensation. She took care not to jostle your arms too much, knowing the blood flow would rush back with a sting.

As you lay there, panting and trembling with the aftermath of your orgasms, she gently began to massage your wrists. Her touch was feather-light at first, the pads of her thumbs moving in slow circles over your pulse points. It was a tender, loving gesture that seemed out of place in comparison to such intense passion.

Spencer remained still, his cock still buried in you to the hilt, his cum a warm presence inside your body. His eyes focused on yours, the connection between the two of you palpable. You could see the love and lust in his gaze, the possessive way he held onto your legs as if afraid to let you go.

Emily's gentle touch grew stronger as she massaged your wrists, her thumbs working out the kinks that had formed from being bound. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice soothing after the storm of passion. "You did so well for us."

Spencer's eyes never left yours, his expression one of pure adoration as he watched you come down from the high. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours, and kissed you. "You're incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

As his cock began to soften, he carefully pulled out of your sensitive pussy. You felt a strange sense of emptiness, a void that his presence had filled. The wet sound of his withdrawal seemed to clash against the quiet of the room, the only noise now the sound of your heavy breathing.

Emily sat you up with surprising ease, her strong arms wrapping around your back, supporting you as your legs swung over the side of the bed. You felt boneless, your muscles having turned to jelly under the onslaught of pleasure. She kissed you gently, her lips tasting sweet.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. Spencer had already moved to the en suite, the sound of the shower being turned on filling the space.

With Emily's help, you managed to stand, your legs shaky from the intense experience. She led you to the bathroom, her hand firm but gentle as she guided you into the steamy embrace of the shower. The warm water hit your skin, and you sighed in relief, the heat soothing the ache that remained from your bound position.

Spencer had already stepped in, the water cascading over his body as he watched you approach. His eyes were still filled with the same hunger and love that had fuelled his earlier actions, but now they held a gentle concern.

Emily helped you step into the shower, the warm water washing over your body. You felt the last vestiges of your bound state slip away as the steam enveloped you. The water hit your skin with a gentle patter, the heat soothing the ache of your muscles.

Spencer's hands were on you immediately, his gentle touch as he helped cleanse your body. He took his time, using a soft cloth to wipe away the sweat and cum that coated your skin. The intimate act speaking volumes about the connection that had grown between the three of you.

Emily took a step back, watching the two of you with a satisfied smile. She leaned against the shower wall, her body still flushed from her own climax. She looked like a goddess, her hair sticking to her skin in wet strands as the water ran down her body.

Spencer turned you to face the spray, his hands moving over your body with the tenderness of a sculptor sculpting a masterpiece. The water washed away the physical remnants of your passion, but the emotional intensity remained.

Emily stepped closer, her own hands reaching out to join Spencer's in their gentle ministrations. She began to clean herself as well, her hands gliding over her own skin as if to mirror the care they were giving you. The three of you stood under the water, basking in the warmth.

When she finished, she took over supporting you, her arms sliding around your waist as Spencer stepped back. He took the cloth from her and began to clean himself, his movements methodical and precise.

With a gentle nudge, Emily guided you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and helping to steady your legs. Spencer, ever the considerate lover, took over, tenderly patting you dry with a soft, fluffy towel. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid you might break.

Once you were clean, Emily stepped in, her eyes lingering on the marks on your skin from the cuffs. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on each red line before guiding you back to the bedroom. The sight of the freshly made bed, with crisp sheets and plush pillows was a welcoming sight to your exhausted body.

With a gentle touch, Spencer helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders to steady you. Emily climbed in first, her body a vision of satiation. She lay back against the pillows, her arms open in invitation. Spencer following, his body warm and firm as he slid in behind you, his chest pressing against your back.

He pulled the blankets up, cocooning the three of you together. Emily's hand reached for yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring gesture. Spencer's arm draped over your stomach, his hand resting protectively over you. The warmth of their bodies enveloped you, chasing away any lingering chill.