Roderich calmly put the cup down, straightened his frilled collar, and said, in his most aristocratic and well-educated tone, “To request you that next time you onanate in my house you ejaculate either on Erszébet’s face or my own, instead of a massive antique mahogany door, because it was quite expensive.”

Gilbert’s jaw dropped.

Erszébet chuckled. “What Roddy is saying here is that we would both appreciate it very much if you told us before coming to watch us fuck. I bet our sofa is more comfortable than the floor anyway, Gil!”

He still couldn’t form any coherent words, much to Roderich’s apparent amusement.

“Oh, thank you for translating my words into filth, Erszébet, yet I fear he still hasn’t gotten in. You may want to be even more straightforward.”

She chuckled again, and Gilbert nearly fainted when she took his left hand…

…and placed in on her breast.

He only started to become conscious again when she took his other hand, too, and pulled it to Roderich’s lap, resting it on her husband’s hard cock.

He grinned, then, watching them kiss, and started moving his now occupied hands.

This was almost as awesome as himself.

The End








Here I am, true to my philosophy, “A meme fill a day keeps the doctor away”. Ffffff. I also fear I might be ridiculously early, but I just saw the prompt and this thing completely wrote itself. Tell me what you think ;D