Red Confession: Devoured by Raw Desire in a Montreal Threesome

Their lavish house on Montreal’s South Shore pulses with dim lights and sultry music. My heart hammers as Mireille returns in her peignoir, curves straining the fabric. She slides next to me on the couch, thigh brushing mine. Heat radiates from her skin. Her eyes lock on, hungry. Fingers trace her own thigh, daring me. I ache to replace them. She leans in, lips crash on mine. Tongues tangle, wet and urgent. Timid at first, Jacques watching from across. But her hand grabs mine, plants it on her hot thigh. Skin feverish, smooth. Kiss deepens, devouring. She straddles my lap, heavy breasts pressing. Peignoir parts under my fumbling hands. Corset hugs her, nipples jutting free. No panties. Fists her plump ass cheeks. Lips devour her neck, shivers ripple through her. She arches, offers a thick nipple. Suck hard. Teeth graze. Tongue lashes. Switch breasts, her nails dig my neck, smashing my face into soft flesh. Heart races wild. Cock stirs faintly, disappoints. But her wetness calls. Hand dives between thighs. Shaved smooth, lips swollen, slick. She shoves me back, drags to the bedroom. King bed looms. Jacques settles in armchair, pants tented. Peignoir drops. She strips me bare. My limp shame in her grip. Whispers, ‘Your mouth is what I crave.’ On her belly, I straddle, knead shoulders. Semi-hard dick rests on her ass crack. Massage down, tongue follows. Spread cheeks wide. Lick her tight ring, probe deep. Musky clean scent floods me. She writhes, begs to flip. I pin her playfully, muscles flex. Then relent. Admire: heavy tits splayed, bald pussy glistening. Lips fuse again, frantic. Suck tits till she moans. Fingers circle clit, plunge in. Eyes burn into hers. ‘I need to eat your cunt.’ She spreads wide, knees to chest. Inhale her intimate heat. Tongue laps outer lips, then dives. Nose grinds clit. Fingers fuck holes–pussy, ass. She bucks, screams filth. Body convulses, first orgasm rips her. Keep going, suck clit merciless. She cums again, thighs clamp my head. Pulls me up, kisses her own juices off my lips. Tits too sensitive now, she pants for rest. We collapse side by side, skin slick with sweat. Jacques naked now, stroking his rigid cock. Mireille beckons him. He kneels, dick to her mouth. She licks shaft, cups balls. I join, tongue on his veined length. Salty skin. She deepthroats, passes to me. Stretch my jaw, suck deep as I dare. Trade back and forth, her spit slicking us. He groans, tenses. She jerks him furious. Cum erupts, ropes splatter our faces, tongues. Scoop and share in messy kiss. He leans in, three-way tangle of lips and seed. Bitter tang, strange thrill. Bodies entwine, heaving. Sweat cools on burning skin. Hearts slow from thunder. Lips brush lazily, tastes linger. Unique fire scorched us. I float in afterglow, alive in the ashes of raw possession.