It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
”Fuck, you guys are hot together,” Quinn laughed in awe, not sure if they were playing up for each other, or both just too turned on to be modest or filter. “You want cock, baby?” She asked as she kissed Trista deeply, lifting herself off Puck and pulling Tris forward. “Take it,” she instructed as she moved to kneel beside her boyfriend, nudging the head of his soaked cock against Trista’s pussy.
Tris moved forward to kneel over Puck’s hips, letting herself lower, hissing as she lowered herself slowly, “It’s been awhile.” She admitted towards Quinn, because Trent had been gone a lot with Kent and she’d taken to getting her fingers soaked more often than going for the toys. She felt her body stretching to take him in, filling her and making her moan out softly, reaching out to tangle her fingers with Quinn’s and pulling her forward for a quick kiss as she started to ride Puck’s cock.
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
”Fuck…” Quinn inhaled sharply, watching Puck intently and almost wishing she’d through to record it. “I want to see you on his cock… it feels so good, Tris… he’s so hard and long… I can feel it throbbing… do you want it?” She tempted, riding it hard as she groped her girlfriend. “What about you, Puckerman… are you horny for her tight pussy?”
Tris gasped as she writhed on Puck’s tongue, Quinn’s words only serving to fuel her on as she locked hazy eyes on Quinn, “Please… I want it so bad.” She whimpered out, fingers trailing over Quinn’s hole where it was stretched wide around Puck’s cock, touching both of them, “Let me ride him, please… I want to sit on it. So horny for something thick.”
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
Quinn giggled as she leaned forward to catch Trista’s lips, nodding as she did. “Very good… ah… idea,” she panted, hitching as Puck touched her. She reached out to pull Trista’s shirt up over her head, kneading her breasts through her bra as she rode Puck slowly, making it easier for his hand to stay on her clit. “So hot… both of you,” she moaned, dropping one hand down between Trista’s legs to slip a finger inside her pussy.
Tris sighed out softly as she was finally filled again, Quinn’s finger not quite enough, but much better than nothing as she shifted to let her finger rub her from the inside, eyes fluttering closed as she kissed Quinn and grabbed for one of her hands on her breasts, pressing her hand roughly against her skin, just wanting a little more friction everywhere, body coiled tense and tight and riding high on sensation, “Do you want to watch me ride him?” She asked curiously.
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
”Oh god…” Quinn gasped, the words coming out of Trista’s mouth making her tighter on Puck’s cock as she bounced up and down while rubbing her own clit desperately. “Yes, yesyesyes… I want her on your cock, too… if she wants it,” she insisted, knowing that Trista had been hold and cold on that detail. “Holy fuck,” she huffed as she watched Puck lick Trista’s pussy, and it was hotter than she could have imagined. “Ahhh…. oh. Hold on,” she whined, pullling herself off Puck’s cock to leap across the room and dig her phone out of her purse before jumping back on Puck’s hardon and pushing it inside herself. “Ah. Mmm, need a picture, I’m gonna take one. Just for me,” she promised, holding her camera in front of Trista’s pussy and snapping a picture of Puck’s tongue inside it.
Tris let herself rock and whimper as she rode Puck’s tongue, single minded as she bit her lips to hold back her whines. His tongue was hot and wet over her clit, skilled as it slipped inside of her and she could feel her pussy clenching and threatening to come as he hit a good spot. But she wasn’t nearly ready for it to be over, and she spread her legs wider to let Quinn get a good picture, panting with slightly furrowed brows as she tried to remember to breathe, “This was a good idea.” She teased breathlessly, eyes on Quinn.
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
Quinn whimpered at Trista’s words accompanied by the feeling of being filled with cock while Trista watched. “Mmm… yeah, baby,” she nodded, reaching between Trista’s legs to play with her clit as she looked at Puck. “Do you want a pussy on your face, Puckerman?” She asked darkly, slipping a finger into Tris and fucking her for a few pumps before sliding out and nudging her toward the boy. “Eat her pussy? She wants it, Puck… tell him you want it, Tris,” she prompted, desperate to hear them talk dirty to each other, something she’d replay over and over again, she thought, as she pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her completely naked as she bounced on Puck’s cock.
Tris rolled her hips into Quinn’s hand, humped against her for a few delicious moments before Quinn was slipping away and leaving her empty, making her whine at the loss. She moved away to look towards Puck, running a hand through his mohawk, tugging gently as she petted at it, “Please lick me. I’m so wet. Just wanna ride someone’s tongue.” She whimpered, reaching for his hand to press it under her skirt, twining her fingers with his as she rode against him, “Suck my clit, Puck… Quinn wants to see it.”
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
Quinn felt her pussy clench as she watched Trista wrap Puck’s cock, her hand around him being one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, and she almost made mention about wondering if that was how it looked when she played with Trent, before remembering that wasn’t her secret to tell. “I love watching you together,” she admitted to them both, in case there was any question. She shifted to pull her panties down and toss them off the bed, her skirt soft and teasing against her bare ass she she straddled over Puck’s cock and wrapped her hand around Trista’s at the base. “Hold him for me,” she requested as she took the tip and started a slow slide down.
Tris bit her lip as she watched Quinn’s body stretch to take in Puck’s cock. She teased his balls with her fingertips as she watched Quinn sink down, holding him steady for her, squeezing gently, “That’s so sexy, Quinn… So sexy.” Her heart was beating fast as she felt Quinn’s wetness touch her hand and she pulled away to let Quinn sink all the way, putting herself up on her knees to press her lips to Quinn’s, kissing her slow and deep as Puck’s fingers stroking her from the inside. She pressed kisses up her jaw to whisper against her ear, “Ask him to eat me til I get close? Then he can put you on your back and fuck you while I squirt against your lips. Is that okay?”
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
”Oh my god… Tris,” Quinn whimpered, trying to see around the arch of her hips to watch what Puck was doing behind her. “So good… feels so good,” she whined, words hitchy and high as she reached under the girl to rub her tits. “Puck? ….Condom,” she instructed, pointing to her bedside table where she kept a box of condoms in the drawer for when Puck came over. “I want on,” she explained, squeezing Puck hard and stroking tight.
Tris pulled back to breathe, sitting back and accidentally putting herself down harder on Puck’s fingers, forcing out a low whine as she shifted and rocked, leaning over them to grand for condoms where Quinn had pointed, bringing the box back with her as she fumbled for a packet, “I want to do it.” She admitted, ripping into the foil disc and reaching for Puck’s cock to slide the condom down.
It's Pucky Puck: Trinnuck
”Fuuuck,” Quinn groaned out as she felt Trista’s tounge against her, right where she wanted it, and her pussy dripped against the girl’s tounge as she watched Puck touch under Trista’s skirt. “Oh god, that’s so hot,” she panted, spreading her legs a little wider over Puck’s thighs as she unzipped his jeans, popping the button with both hands and parting the fabric before tugging at his boxers until his cock was free. “Like this?” She questioned breathily, rocking gently against Trista’s tongue as she stroked Puck up and down.
Tris whined quietly against Quinn’s skin, lips working against her clit before pressing in further, parting her as she slid a firm tongue over her hole, tasting her and making soft noises in the back of her throat as she spread her legs wider, pressing back against Puck’s fingers as she squirmed. She lifted one hand to brush against Quinn’s hole under her skirt, teasing soft, wet skin.
