My hand drifts along Adera body under her guidance, slipping under the silk gown across her smooth pale skin…I feel the gentle urging of pressure and understand with fingers spreading wide my hand cups her sweet flanks pressing her body against Keiko. A tight mesh as our bodies rock and shift undulating as one. in tight contact, the thickening mass of my engorging member slides against hip of the camera woman, rising in heated need, bent though in awkward angle by the restraints of my slack.
As Aderas words flow, I catch her glance, that sultry fire holding my gaze briefly,…as my hand slides from her bottom,… flowing instinctively to clamp on Keikos hip. Assured that her hips are tight to that hardening mass, I let my hands roam,..brushing under her blouse,…a slow light stroke on her sides as I feel the fabric slid from her. Its only as Adera moves away that my hands glide slow across Keikos abdomen, fingers again spread wide as they drift across the fabric of her skirt,… when my thumbs meet in contact, I send the hands sliding lower in firm contact of her skirt and body, dipping until I feel the edge of that pelvic bane…then in a synchronous move… I lean and down..in my lips brushing against her shoulders, as strong fingers curl and grasp to her inner thighs… the firm pressuring roll of the thumbs against that pelvic bone, asthe stong fingers massage. My hips dance against Keiko, and I feel her own pressure pushing back in that erotic dance.
Suddenly it is I sandwiched there,…the press of Adera against my back… her hands wandering, dragging against me….the pull on the fabric of the shirt makes my hands reluctantly yield their grasp on the young camerawoman. A rush of cool aair brushes my body as Adera peels the shirt from me. It's here I find my senses are firing in concert,…that heady rush takes me….lost to the essence of sweet perfumes… the rake of Aderas nails… her hard nipples dragging against by back…the continued pressure of Keiko against my body..the silky pink hair slipping teasingly along my chest….the loan moans of escaping pleasure…no wonder I feel the seepage of hot desire now dripping from my cock.
I close my eyes and yield to those senses… my hands again drifting to Keikos body,… slow strokes as I feel her move against me…yielding to Adera as she returns before Keiko…drifting in slow contact to waist of Keikos skirt…they trace slowly along its edge until I find the binds that hold it there…and as Adera plays at Keiko's breasts… my own hands loosen the womans skirt… I ease back slowly breaking that contact…slipping the fabric off her hips, releasing to let it to puddle at her feet. My eyes open catching the blur of the tossed bra… following its slow fall to the chair…over the camera…and a quiet assurance as I look it's it's red light shining yet as if burning in its own excitement and anticipation,… the lens still focused upon us, unimpeded of view.
