“I thought I told you to relax,” Laine said behind him and leaned in a bit closer, her voice turning more into a whisper as her hands did not let up, each time sliding lower and lower down his chest. Despite himself, Vic felt a little murmur in his throat any time her hands would slide over him, at some point undoing the top two buttons of his shirt and providing her with easier access. He looked down at his chest, the little bit of hair growing on it, and saw Laine’s hands, her fingers spread, rub him down, over the entirety of his pecks and over his nipples. Unsurprisingly, he could see that he was pitching a tent in his pants, and Kit took notice as well. Her eyes travelled from Laine and down to his groin, her lips slightly parted. If you would have asked him what he would have done before all of this started, he would have told you that he would say ‘no thank you’ but with Laine making circular motions over his chest and then going back to squeeze his shoulders, all he wanted to do was say ‘yes please’.

With her hands coming down almost to his stomach, Laine really had to lean into him, and he could feel the firm forms of her breasts press against his back and her sensual hot heavy breathing on the back of his neck. He turned his head slightly to his right and then she leaned hers forward and looked into his eyes though hers were almost fully closed. Then Laine made sure that her lips found his and after a slow kiss their lips parted and he continued to taste her cherry lip gloss on his.

He knew after the kiss that he was complete putty in their hands, and the rest of the library at that moment pretty much disappeared.

Kit had definitely sensed this, because when he next made eye contact with her she moved one hand to the last remaining struggling button on her shirt and undid it. The flaps of her shirt came undone and nearly fully released her heavy breasts, the soft curves of their sides completely visible, but the nipples still hiding behind the shirt, their outline somewhat visible against the fabric

Kit’s ample breasts remained contained even as she knelt down before him, though from this angle he could see more down Kit’s shirt, her freckled cleavage exposed, the roundness of her breasts so close Vic’s fingers yearned to reach down and shamelessly cup them. With Laine still giving him her massage, Kit expertly undid the button on Vic’s pants, with the button and zipper coming away smoothly at the press of his erection that pushed at his underwear. Her face was inches away from him, watching the bulge in his underwear with a wicked smile. Kit looked up at him briefly, and ran her tongue along her upper lip before hooking her fingers around the strap of his underwear and pulling to release his member, which was already glistening from the wetness of anticipation.

“There you are,” Kit said in a breathy voice, “Not so shy anymore.” And with that, her fiery red lips parted and she took him into the wetness of her mouth. He couldn’t contain the creaky murmur he let out as Kit took him further into her mouth, as far as she could, her strawberry blonde hair fell softly over his thighs.

“That’s my girl,” Laine said behind him, as Kit pulled him out almost to the end, spreading her wetness over him. He could not help but stare – the crimson of Kit’s lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, moving in slow brain-bending motions up and down, her tongue rolling over him each time he disappeared into her. She had used one of her hands to cup his balls, and he felt himself resting in her palm as her fingers gently squeezed him while her mouth worked up a faster rhythm.