The Love Of Money - S01 E227

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The Love Of Money - S01 E227

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Her gaze dropped to my lips as she caught one side of her own between her teeth. Then she looked back into my eyes and said, "I'm pretty sure she did too."

"You looked like you wanted to," admitted.

"How else would I have gotten her to make that dare?"

And then it all fell into place in my head. She'd put on a hell of a show of being tempted to convince Jess that she'd leap at the first chance to do anything with Dillon to bait my ex into making that dare, so it would backfire.

"You weren't into him at all?" asked.

"Nah," Erin said. "He's cute enough and packing some pretty impressive equipment, but we have an arrangernent, and I really enjoy it.

We both looked back at Jessica; her head was bobbing up and down on Dillon's dick while Kelly had her beautiful lips on Dillon's balls. "How do you feel about seeing her with another guy?"

I'd felt a shadow of jealousy's cousin at seeing Jessica with another man, and even that was fading. I wasn't sure what was in store for me and my ex, but one thing was for sure... it wasn't what we once had. "I don't really feel much of anything." I said.

Erin looked back at me and said, "Then you have your answer."

"Answer?" I asked.

"On whether to start dating her again."

"How did you know I was thinking about it?" I asked.

Erin lifted her hips, reached down to grab my cock in one of her dainty hands, and guided it to her waiting pussy. It was even tighter than usual, thanks to the water washing away most of the juices that kept Erin's slit wet most of the time, but she persisted in dropping herself on me, slipping my cock inside of her.

"Because I know you, Marcus," she said, her mischievous smile melting into something more genuine. Her eyes shined as she pressed her forehead against mine, bottoming out on my dick. I kept her like that for a beat, just soaking her up as she gave me that sweet smile.

Then, the moment passed when she said, "Besides, she didn't run Then, the moment passed when she said, "Besides, she didn't run out crying, so I assumed you gave her some hope."

I snorted. "You really do know me."

"It's my job," Erin said as she reached over and grabbed a tuft of Honey's blonde hair. The dancer had stayed snuggled against me but had practically ignored everything that had happened since asking Jessica about polyamory. She opened her striking blue eyes and blinked at my assistant as Erin pulled her head off my shoulder.

"Hey," Erin said, lowering her face close to Honey's. "You can relax later. I'm horny."

While slowly rocking her hips back and forth as she started fucking me, my assistant pressed her lips to the buxom dancer, and I watched as the two of them began making out in earnest, tongues on full display as they sought each other and began to wrestle. I lowered my lips to Erin's neck and began tracing them over her smooth, damp skin as my hands wandered over the subtle contours of her back.

And in the early hours of Saturday morning, the cries of men and women rang through the air as women pleasured men and, in turn, were pleasured. It was much better than how I'd spent my last Friday night.

To Be Continued.