Waxed Bare Under Lamplight
Kelsey lowered the phone and set it on the nightstand, screen up, still recording. Then she stepped back from the bed and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts.
"Hold that thought," she said. "I've been dressed all night and I'm sick of it."
She peeled the shorts down her legs and kicked them off, and she wasn't wearing anything under them. Her shirt went next, over her head in one motion, and then she stood in just her underwear—black, thin, a scrap of lace that didn't cover much—and turned in a slow circle so the lamp caught her.
Jake watched her from the bed. He couldn't not. Her body was lean and tan and smooth, her stomach flat, the muscles in her thighs standing out as she shifted her weight, and when she turned back around and pushed the lace down and stepped out of it, she was shaved bare and slick, the lips of her pussy flushed pink under the hard light.
"Look at that," Amanda said, appreciative. "You waxed."
"Two days ago. Hurt like hell." Kelsey ran two fingers down herself, slow, and brought them up shining. "Worth it."
She came back to the bed and put one knee up on the mattress and leaned over Jake and gave him her fingers to smell, not to lick, pulling them away when he turned his head toward them. "Not yet. I've got something better for you."
Then she straightened and looked at Amanda, and her voice went flat and practical, the way it did when she'd decided something.
"Flip him."
Amanda took one wrist and Dan took the other, and they worked the cuffs off the headboard—Jake's arms came down and he groaned, the blood rushing back into them, and he got about half a second of thinking he might be free before Amanda pushed his shoulder flat and Bradley caught his ankles and hauled his legs up and out. They flipped him onto his back while he was still figuring out which way was up, and then his legs were in the air, folded back, Bradley's big hands behind his knees pushing them toward his chest until his ass was tilted up off the mattress and everything was wide open and on display.
"There," Kelsey said. "That's what I wanted."
Jake's cock lay hard and heavy on his stomach, still tacky, twitching with the angle. Kelsey climbed onto the bed and straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, and reached down and took him in her hand and held him upright.
"Kels," Jake said. "Kelsey. Wait—"
"No," she said, and sank down on him.
He went in all the way in one push. She was so wet it made no sound at all, just swallowed him, and her whole body went rigid and then soft and she sat down flush on his hips with her eyes shut and her mouth open.
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