Lethal love - part 1.

The two of them looked lethal in leather. A blonde and a brunette pressed close, leather stretched tight over every curve. Their mouths met, tongues sliding, slow and wet. Every kiss looked like it meant to bruise. The blonde slipped behind me in my mind, the brunette stayed in front, and they pinned me between them without a word. Their tits crushed against my skin, one pair against my back, the other against my chest, warm and heavy. I could feel the leather creak as they moved. Then they turned on each other again. The brunette dropped lower, fist slick, knuckles pressing at the blonde’s ass until the tight ring gave. She worked her hand in, inch by inch, while the blonde’s cunt clenched around nothing but air. A moment later the blonde returned the favor, driving her own fist deep into the brunette’s pussy, stretching it wide. Both of them gasped, muscles fluttering, leather squeaking as their bodies rocked together. Watching that made me ache. I wanted to shove my cock where those fists were, give them the hard, thick thing they were really begging for. They kept at it like they could read my mind, fists working in rhythm, leather clinging to sweat-slick skin, every thrust a promise of what would happen if I were there between them.