Field of Schemes #05

Darryl leans back in his chair, notebook balanced on his thigh, but the questions shift fast. He’s done with small talk and looking straight at Prinzzess now. India sits beside her, legs crossed, eyes sharp. “Show me,” he says, voice low. Prinzzess slips her tank top over her head. Her breasts bounce free, nipples already tight. Darryl moves closer. He cups one, rolls the nipple between thumb and forefinger until she sucks in a breath. Juliana watches from the couch across the room, silent but hungry. He trails his hand down Prinzzess’s belly and slides two fingers under the lace of her panties. She’s wet and hot, clit already swollen. He rubs slow circles, then pushes one finger inside, curling it against that soft spot that makes her hips jerk forward. India unfastens her own bra. Full, round tits. Darryl turns, tongue flicking her hard peak, sucking, teeth grazing. Prinzzess is panting now, fingers working herself while she watches. Darryl unzips. He strokes his cock once, twice, then presses it to Prinzzess’s lips. She opens. He fucks her mouth slow and deep until her eyes water and spit trails down her chin. He pulls out, strands of saliva connecting them. He bends Prinzzess over the table, yanks her panties down to her knees, and drives into her in one long, deliberate thrust. She cries out. He grips her hips, pounds into her until the slap of skin fills the room. India drops to her knees, tongue flicking Prinzzess’s clit with every stroke, lapping where they meet. Darryl pulls out, spins India around, and buries himself in her. Prinzzess slides beneath them, mouth open, catching each thrust with her tongue and lips. Darryl’s rhythm grows ragged. He groans, pulls out at the last second, strokes twice, and comes in thick, hot ropes across India’s lower back and Prinzzess’s waiting tongue.