The air was thick with sweat and the sounds of skin on skin. Kate’s head was thrown back, her fingers tangled in Eric’s hair as he worked his mouth over her breast, his own hips moving in a steady rhythm against her from behind. Vincent watched, one hand splayed on Kate’s stomach, the other guiding himself, slick with her wetness, in slow, teasing circles over her clit. The room smelled of sex, that musky, sweet scent that made his head spin.“Fuck, Eric, just like that,” Kate moaned, her voice ragged.Eric’s eyes met Vincent’s over the curve of her back. There was a spark there, a wild, unspoken question. Vincent gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. It was all the permission Eric needed.In one fluid, shocking motion, Eric pulled out of Kate. The sudden absence made her whimper, but the sound was cut short as Eric shifted his weight, his body moving over hers, past hers, his gaze locked on Vincent. Time seemed to stretch, then snap. Eric’s hand, slick and warm, wrapped around Vincent’s cock, stroking him once, twice, a firm, possessive grip that made Vincent’s breath catch. Then Eric was positioning himself, his own body lowering, and with a groan that was part surprise, part sheer fucking need, he sank down onto Vincent, taking every inch of him in one smooth, breathtaking slide.Holy fucking shit.The world narrowed to that one, searing point of connection. Vincent was inside his best friend. The heat was unbelievable, a tight, clutching wetness that was so different from a woman. It was stranglingly good. Eric’s eyes were wide, a mirror of the stunned arousal Vincent knew was all over his own face. For a second, they just stared at each other, frozen in this new, forbidden configuration, the only sound their ragged breathing.“Fuck, Vin,” Eric gasped, the words strained. “Your cock… it’s so fucking big.”The awkwardness shattered, replaced by a raw, pulsing need. Eric began to move, a tentative rock of his hips that sent electric jolts through both of them. Vincent’s hands, which had been frozen at his sides, came up to grip Eric’s waist, his fingers digging into the hard muscle there.“Yeah,” Vincent grunted, his voice a low rumble. “Move on it. Fucking ride me, Eric.”Kate, forgotten for a moment, recovered quickly. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she watched her boyfriend impale himself on his best friend’s dick. She leaned in, her mouth finding Eric’s ear. “You look so good on him, baby. You love that fat cock stretching you open, don’t you?”Eric could only moan in response, his rhythm becoming more confident, more desperate. He rose up until only the head of Vincent’s cock remained inside him, then slammed back down, a hard, driving motion that punched a gasp from both of them. Fuck, the feeling of him sinking down, taking me all the way, it’s fucking insane.Vincent could feel every clench, every tremor of Eric’s body around him. He thrust upwards to meet Eric’s downward plunge, their bodies finding a brutal, perfect sync. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Vincent growled, his hips pistoning. “You’re so fucking tight around me, Eric. So hot.”“Do it,” Eric begged, bracing his hands on Vincent’s chest. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you everywhere.”Kate’s hand slid between Eric’s legs, her fingers finding his balls, rolling them as he bounced on Vincent’s cock. “You two are so fucking hot,” she breathed, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. “Come on, Vin, fill his ass up. Give it to him.”The filthy encouragement sent them both over the edge. Vincent’s orgasm slammed into him without warning, a tidal wave of pure sensation. He gripped Eric’s hips hard, holding him down as he pumped his release deep inside his best friend, his body arching off the bed. “Fuck! Eric! I’m coming, I’m fucking coming inside you!”The hot, pulsing rush of Vincent’s cum triggered Eric’s own climax. He cried out, a raw, broken sound, as he came untouched, his own release streaking across Vincent’s stomach and chest in hot, wet stripes. His body clamped down on Vincent’s, milking him through the last waves of his orgasm.They collapsed into a heap of trembling, oversensitized limbs, Vincent still buried deep inside Eric. The only sound was their harsh, panting breaths. The sensation was overwhelming. Vincent could feel the wet, warm proof of his orgasm leaking out around the base of his cock, which was still semi-hard inside Eric’s incredible heat. He didn’t pull out. He couldn’t. The connection was too intense, too intimate to break.Eric shuddered, a full-body tremble, and relaxed fully against him, his head dropping onto Vincent’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispered, the word muffled against Vincent’s skin.Vincent’s hands, which had been gripping Eric’s hips, softened their hold, smoothing over the damp skin in slow, almost soothing circles. He was still inside him, and the feeling of being so connected, so joined, was even more potent now than the frantic fucking that got them there. He could feel the faint, aftershock tremors running through Eric’s body, a direct echo of his own.Kate curled against Eric’s back, her hand resting on his ass, her fingers lightly tracing where their bodies were still joined. “You okay?” she murmured, her voice soft.Eric lifted his head, his eyes meeting Vincent’s again. The shock was gone, replaced by a dazed, sated warmth. A slow smile touched his lips. “Better than okay.” He shifted his hips, just a tiny, deliberate movement that made them both groan at the renewed sensation. “Don’t move yet.”

Eric and Vincent, while Kate watches, engage in a sexual act where Eric takes Vincent inside him. Kate encourages them, and they both reach orgasm. Afterward, they remain connected, with Kate curled against Eric's back.

The air was thick with sweat and the sounds of skin on skin. Kate’s head was thrown back, her fingers tangled in Eric’s hair as he worked his mouth over her breast, his own hips moving in a steady rhythm against her from behind. Vincent watched, one hand splayed on Kate’s stomach, the other guiding himself, slick with her wetness, in slow, teasing circles over her clit. The room smelled of sex, that musky, sweet scent that made his head spin.

“Fuck, Eric, just like that,” Kate moaned, her voice ragged.

Eric’s eyes met Vincent’s over the curve of her back. There was a spark there, a wild, unspoken question. Vincent gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. It was all the permission Eric needed.

In one fluid, shocking motion, Eric pulled out of Kate. The sudden absence made her whimper, but the sound was cut short as Eric shifted his weight, his body moving over hers, past hers, his gaze locked on Vincent. Time seemed to stretch, then snap. Eric’s hand, slick and warm, wrapped around Vincent’s cock, stroking him once, twice, a firm, possessive grip that made Vincent’s breath catch. Then Eric was positioning himself, his own body lowering, and with a groan that was part surprise, part sheer fucking need, he sank down onto Vincent, taking every inch of him in one smooth, breathtaking slide.

_Holy fucking shit._

The world narrowed to that one, searing point of connection. Vincent was inside his best friend. The heat was unbelievable, a tight, clutching wetness that was so different from a woman. It was stranglingly good. Eric’s eyes were wide, a mirror of the stunned arousal Vincent knew was all over his own face. For a second, they just stared at each other, frozen in this new, forbidden configuration, the only sound their ragged breathing.

“Fuck, Vin,” Eric gasped, the words strained. “Your cock… it’s so fucking big.”

The awkwardness shattered, replaced by a raw, pulsing need. Eric began to move, a tentative rock of his hips that sent electric jolts through both of them. Vincent’s hands, which had been frozen at his sides, came up to grip Eric’s waist, his fingers digging into the hard muscle there.

“Yeah,” Vincent grunted, his voice a low rumble. “Move on it. Fucking ride me, Eric.”

Kate, forgotten for a moment, recovered quickly. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she watched her boyfriend impale himself on his best friend’s dick. She leaned in, her mouth finding Eric’s ear. “You look so good on him, baby. You love that fat cock stretching you open, don’t you?”

Eric could only moan in response, his rhythm becoming more confident, more desperate. He rose up until only the head of Vincent’s cock remained inside him, then slammed back down, a hard, driving motion that punched a gasp from both of them. _Fuck, the feeling of him sinking down, taking me all the way, it’s fucking insane._

Vincent could feel every clench, every tremor of Eric’s body around him. He thrust upwards to meet Eric’s downward plunge, their bodies finding a brutal, perfect sync. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard,” Vincent growled, his hips pistoning. “You’re so fucking tight around me, Eric. So hot.”

“Do it,” Eric begged, bracing his hands on Vincent’s chest. “Fuck me harder. I want to feel you everywhere.”

Kate’s hand slid between Eric’s legs, her fingers finding his balls, rolling them as he bounced on Vincent’s cock. “You two are so fucking hot,” she breathed, her own arousal dripping down her thighs. “Come on, Vin, fill his ass up. Give it to him.”

The filthy encouragement sent them both over the edge. Vincent’s orgasm slammed into him without warning, a tidal wave of pure sensation. He gripped Eric’s hips hard, holding him down as he pumped his release deep inside his best friend, his body arching off the bed. “_Fuck! Eric! I’m coming, I’m fucking coming inside you!_”

The hot, pulsing rush of Vincent’s cum triggered Eric’s own climax. He cried out, a raw, broken sound, as he came untouched, his own release streaking across Vincent’s stomach and chest in hot, wet stripes. His body clamped down on Vincent’s, milking him through the last waves of his orgasm.

They collapsed into a heap of trembling, oversensitized limbs, Vincent still buried deep inside Eric. The only sound was their harsh, panting breaths. The sensation was overwhelming. Vincent could feel the wet, warm proof of his orgasm leaking out around the base of his cock, which was still semi-hard inside Eric’s incredible heat. He didn’t pull out. He couldn’t. The connection was too intense, too intimate to break.

Eric shuddered, a full-body tremble, and relaxed fully against him, his head dropping onto Vincent’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he whispered, the word muffled against Vincent’s skin.

Vincent’s hands, which had been gripping Eric’s hips, softened their hold, smoothing over the damp skin in slow, almost soothing circles. He was still inside him, and the feeling of being so connected, so joined, was even more potent now than the frantic fucking that got them there. He could feel the faint, aftershock tremors running through Eric’s body, a direct echo of his own.

Kate curled against Eric’s back, her hand resting on his ass, her fingers lightly tracing where their bodies were still joined. “You okay?” she murmured, her voice soft.

Eric lifted his head, his eyes meeting Vincent’s again. The shock was gone, replaced by a dazed, sated warmth. A slow smile touched his lips. “Better than okay.” He shifted his hips, just a tiny, deliberate movement that made them both groan at the renewed sensation. “Don’t move yet.”

A threesome between best friends Eric and Vincent, and their girlfriend Kate, takes an unexpected turn when Eric impulsively rides Vincent, leading to an intense and awkwardly pleasurable experience for both men. The encounter culminates in a raw, passionate session where Eric and Vincent explore a new dynamic, ultimately leading to a post-orgasm creampie continuation.

Threesome fun with my friend

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