The lock beeped green, and door Clicking open Gezza swiped the keycard.
His sneakers were skating on the carpeted hall, his backpack thumping his back, and the warmth of the Playbook was beating. Brace for claws. He pushed in, door banging behind him.
Mia and Elena were lying on the king bed, sheets in a knot, and the bodies covered with sweat.
The crop top that Mia was wearing was tightening around her neck, her skirt was up over her waist, her thighs caught around the head of Elena.
Elena, with her yoga pants filled around her ankles, tank top torn at her shoulder, her dark hair wallowed, her face buried between the legs of Mia.
Mia swung her blonde hair and her nails tore the head of Elena, a sharp gasp came out of her mouth.
Elena jerked her hips, and her hand tore its nails into her, her knuckles flinty with moans pressed against the skin of Mia.
Sweat fell down her brow, and touched Elena's back, the air was filled with their hoarse breathing.
The jeans of Gezza became tight, and his smile split across. My threesome got it started. Lust binding 'em tight.
He dropped his backpack and the Playbook smacked the floor. "Started without me? Naughty girls."
Mia raised her head, her blue eyes smoky, mouth open, a giggle on her lips. Elena retracted herself, slick-haired, brown-eyed, her tongue flicking out.
Gezza pulled his hoodie over his head, cloths on his ears, throwing it onto the carpet. His t-shirt came next, clad to his wet chest, then jeans, zipper whining up loudly, erection leaping out.
Shoes kicked off, laces a-thumping the wall.
His knees sank in the mattress, and he sat on the bed. His lips smashed against those of Mia and the tongue went in, salty and against gloss. She moaned at his mouth, and hands at his shoulders.
He drew away, lips lingering momentarily upon Elena, and kissed her roughly, where her tongue got hooked up, and the sweat of his body tasted hard in his mouth.
His hands went up and down Mia, his palms sliding down her sides, his thumbs rubbing on her ribs, then on Elena, his fingers running along her spine.
He tasted Mia on the neck, with a flat tongue, and the salt was quite stingy on his tongue.
His tongue trailing her, his tongue arched over her, the sweat on his lips.
Gezza sat up, with his head on the pillow and his erection aching. Mia sat across his face, her thighs gripping into his cheeks, her place smothering him. His lips were sliding along her hips as she rocked.
The fingers of his hands were in her thighs, and the thumbs were circling.
He moaned, and vibration against her, tongue thrusts up, rounding her clit. Gasps of Mia made her hands close on his chest, her nails scraped crimson.
Elena leg swung across, knees scraping the mattress, and sat down on his cock. Her walls tightened, smooth and hot, and made him take her in.
She rode, slamming hips, bedframe, bouncing breasts under her tank top. The hips of Gezza jerked up, and hit her, his moans stifled in the thighs of Mia.
The nails of her hands sank into his hips, her pace was quick, the sweat streaming down her chin to his belly.
Bedframe thudded on the wall, thud-thud-thud, monotonous time, the headboard trembling with the weight of the splintering wood.
Mia tightened her thighs, and her hips were revolving round and round, and the wetness was dripping down his chin and on the pillow.
His tongue went deeper, licking her walls, her clit becoming swollen with his flicks.
Mia gave high pitched gasps, then yelps, higher still, Ah--ah--fuck, nail tearing into his chest, the skin turning and making red welts.
His thighs were smacked by Elena, wet hits, skin-on-skin hard, her walls throbbing around his cock, her walls milking him with his cum.
Mia felt the groans of Gezza in her pussy, his grunts were muted, and muffled,--Mmmph--fuck--yes--his hips pumped higher, his cock crashed into Elena, his balls hit her on the ass, his heavy blows intermingling with the banging of the bed.
His hips were clawed by the nails of her fingers, and the blood under her tips. Her head tossed her dark hair flashing, clinging to her damp neck.
"Harder, Gezza, fuck me", Elena panted, voice raw, hips grinding down, circling, her breasts jiggling side-to-side, nipples, hard points, against the air.
His hair was tightened in Mia's hands, and pulled as the scalp burned, and his face was drawn deeper into her. Her juices were pouring into his mouth, her tangy overflow, chocking his breaths, his tongue still sucking loud and wet in the air.
The springs of the mattress squealed, whining with a high pitched weight, and Clashing together and apart with each slam.
Sweat flew—Mia's dripping from her brow onto his eyes, stinging; Elena's tracing down her spine, soaking and wetting his cock further down her ass.
Gezza sank his thumbs in her thighs and left prints of fingers bruised, her muscles twitching, her thighs throbbing against his ears.
He sucked her clit, hard, teeth scraping, jerking her body, a scream tearing out--"Oh God--yes! The rhythm of Elena increased, hips going back and forth, cock going in and out, wet slurps giving a loud bang, her ass cheeks vibrating on each strike.
His testicles were contracted, his pressure was mounting, his pre-cum was dripping on the sheets with her juiciness.
Mia spine arched back, and it sounded as though it was cracking, and her free hand was striking her own breast, the flesh smacking the flesh, the nipple reddening at her palm.
Elena bent in, her tongue going out, licking Mia on the thigh and feeling the sweat, her soft moaning growing into growls.
Gezza clenched his abs, his veins straining in the neck, his grunts becoming animal--Unh--unh--take it--his hips jerked up, bruising against her cervix, her walls twitching.
The atmosphere grew dense—heavy panting, wet smacks, bed bangs—thud, thud, thud, squeal, smack, slurp—all of it merging into one wild gale.
Mia was pinching his nipples, and this hurt, especially when it reached his chest, combined with the pleasure, and his cock twitched in Elena.
His thighs were drawn with four red lines by the nails of Elena, her head fell, her hair was falling, as well as his stomach was wet with sweat, and her hair was beating his.
"Don't stop, fuck—closer", Elena cried, breaking the word, her pussy tightening in time, almost edge-cutting, moves.
The tongue of Gezza flattened and rubbed across the Mia in broad strokes, hips in the air, rubbing his face in her clit, his respiration in short bursts through his nostrils.
The headboard snapped more and the wood moaned, and the paint fell on the carpet, and so forth.
Mia trembled in her thighs and the muscles spasmed and her yell rose "Gonna cum...fuck!"
The ass of Elena clench, cheeks tight, and downward, with the cock to the hilt, her scream stifled in the thigh of Mia "yes—yes—harder!"
Gezza touched her back sliding the nails upwards, making tracks, her flesh shivering under the nails.
There was sweat streaming, sheets wetting dark spots, gluing to their knees, thighs, backs.
The slap of his balls could be heard more, wet thwacks increasing in speed, the juices of Elena streaming in splattering his groin.
Mia, her body spasmed, her thighs clenched like iron, her scream reaching a crescendo, the juices pouring over his lips, flooding his throat--he swallowed, gulped, it was audible.
Giving her a fluting of the walls, orgasm teasing, her hips stuttering, popping of the cock half out of her waist before banging back, Elena could not stop.
The moans of Gezza reached their climax, the chest rising, the ribs painful under tension, the delight aching.
The blur had broken--Mia falling off his face, her thighs trembling. He caught Elena by the waist, and fingers bruised, turning, bending, bending her forward on all fours.
Her ass high, back arched, face inches away around the spread thighs of Mia. Elena plunged her tongue in and licked Mia. Mia threw her head back, and gave a scream that tore open.
Gezza forced his way in behind, the cock plunging in, her walls throbbing.
Snapping of hips, shaking of bed. One hand was hooked to the thigh of Elena and she was raised up to be high and her knee bent and made her even wider.
His other hand stretched around her ass, fingers spreading, and then striking, reddening the skin, and the smack of a sharp blow.
Elena screamed into the pussy of Mia vibrationally making Mia jump. Gezza hit harder, again, his voice rough. "Take it."
He got firmly up and drew Elena into his lap, with his chest against her back. His hand closed on her dark hair, and gave it a jerk, her neck curving, her throat bare.
He hit harder, cock in the air, then slammed in her. Her eyes rolled away, and he could see the whites of her eyes, her body has slumped, her weight resting on him. Her nipples rubbed his arm, and her breasts jiggled, sweaty on her skin.
Mia stood and watched, her fingers to herself, her knuckles wet, her free hand between hers and her nipple, her breaths harsh.
The thrusts of Gezza were battering, Elena moaning with choked out throats, her body spasming.
His climax struck and cock throbbing, deep into her. Hips jerking, Elena had her walls sucking him. She lost consciousness and pitchedched, choking, cum streaming down her thigh.
Gezza drawled back, cock aching, looking at Mia. Her eyes were blue, and her tongue licked her fingers. "You're next."