Peggy’s fingers worked magic on Lucy’s sensitive bud, her thumb circling as Tom pounded into her. Lucy’s nails dug into Tom’s shoulders, her back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his own climax following close behind. They all collapsed into a heap of panting, sweaty flesh, the bouncy house seemingly alive with the vibrations of their passion.
But they weren’t done yet. The heat between them was too intense to ignore. Lucy kissed Tom deeply, her tongue dancing with his, tasting herself on his lips, as Peggy began to undo her own pants. The sight of the other woman’s hand disappearing into her shorts made Lucy’s arousal spike again. She leaned over, her mouth watering as she watched, eager to taste her. The three of them had stumbled into a carnival of lust, and they were ready to ride every attraction until the night was over.
Tom pulled out of Lucy and rolled over, his cock still hard and gleaming with their combined juices. He watched with hungry eyes as Peggy took his place, her pants and panties pooling around her ankles. Lucy didn’t miss a beat, her mouth moving from Tom’s to Peggy’s pussy, her tongue delving into the sweet, slick folds. Peggy’s legs trembled, and she let out a low moan, her fingers threading through Lucy’s hair. The sound was like a symphony to Lucy’s ears, a sweet crescendo that urged her on.
Tom, not one to be left out, moved behind Peggy, his hands cupping her ass as he slid his cock back inside Lucy. The new sensation was electrifying, the feeling of fullness making her pussy clench around him. She moaned into Peggy’s cunt, the vibrations making the other woman’s legs quiver. The bouncy house was now a symphony of sexual sounds: the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of pussy on cock, the gasping breaths and moans of passion.
The tension grew thicker, the air inside the plastic fortress charged with it. Lucy felt the beginnings of another orgasm, the kind that made her toes curl and her eyes water. She knew they were all close, their bodies wound tight like springs ready to snap. Peggy’s breath grew ragged, her hips bucking against Lucy’s mouth as she approached her peak. And then it happened—the bouncy house was filled with the sounds of their collective release, a cacophony of pleasure that seemed to shake the very fabric of the world outside.
Their bodies tangled together, sticky with sweat and cum, as they caught their breath. The party continued outside, oblivious to the carnality playing out within the inflatable walls. Lucy looked up to see Tom and Peggy smiling down at her, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction. They had turned the innocent bouncy house into a playground for grown-ups, a place where their wildest fantasies could come to life. And as they lay there, panting and spent, Lucy couldn’t help but feel that the night had just begun. There were more games to play, more boundaries to push. And with Tom and Peggy by her side, she was ready to explore every single one.
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