Glistening skin from the moist air that surrounded them, low light filtering in from the moons reflection bouncing off the crisp snow outside. Reflections from the roaring fire scanned the room. Debbie and Lorrie locked in an embrace, breasts touching breasts, hands clutching hair. Whimpers of sound escape from locked lips, Sam and Steve circle the pair, touching gliding their hands over exposed skin.
Steve searches in the low filtering light for Sam's cock. He finds it, hard and ready for action. He strokes it a few times feels it pulsate in his hand. Sam reaches for Steve they kiss. As the cold cruel night envelopes the lovers. The heat from their bodies and the fire was hot enough to melt the snow in Alaska.
Sam reaches out to Debbie she comes to him eagerly, wanton lust in her eyes. She guides Sam to sit, then facing one another she reaches for his hard cock. She strokes it a few times feeling it vibrate. It glistens from the moist heat around it. Debbie slowly guides Sam's cock into her wet hot pussy. Slowly she can feel his hardness slide deeper into her. Her pussy clings as if it was starving, feeling it would die if not given the proper nourishment.
She sits, waiting not moving just savoring the feel, the smooth skin. Debbie tells Steve to sit the same way; Lorrie joins him, straddling him. Finally, as they are entwined Lorrie reaches for Debbie, they kiss. Passion ignites the air, soft sounds whimpers, and moans. The aura of the moment fills the night air.
Debbie slowly slides off Sam's cock and reaches for Lorrie, asking her to lie down on the rug. Gently Debbie opens Lorrie's legs, sensually tracing her fingers over her damp thighs. Searching for the magic spot, there it is in all its glory, that little head protruding out of its shell. Debbie's finger traces around the lips of Lorries pussy. She feels her tremble and hears her moan. Knowing that the men are watching intently the scene that is unfolding before them. Debbie hears Lorrie say, "Please, I want to feel your tongue and your lips on me."
Now the men are mesmerized by the scene as Debbie slowly and sensually trace her tongue over the lips of Lorrie's pussy, which is hot and wet. The scent of her permeates the room, turning the men on more. Sam kneels on all fours and in a begging voice asks Steve to take him. Slowly Steve grasps Sam's hip and slowly, tenderly he enters him. Sam can feel the pressure it does not hurt. Sheer pleasure makes his head spin. His body is on fire and the heat takes over. Moans turn to cries; whimpers fill the room, sounds of lapping like that of a cat lapping milk from a bowl. The urgency is so strong. Bodies in the throes of passion and ecstasy. The building of that peak so strong. Nothing can stand the passion. Pulsating cocks, cum leaking here and there. Finally that height is reached. Steve can no longer fight that urge. He slams once more into Sam's tight ass, letting himself go. Cries of that sensuality fill the air the scent of the moment that permeates the room. Lorrie can take no more she, cums into Debbie's waiting mouth filling her to overflowing.
Good thing they thought about the juices flowing and decided to put a sheet on the rug so as not to ruin it.
Lying sated and exhausted the glistening of their bodies shines from the firelight. Everyone by now was getting hungry again. Popcorn and a movie Lorrie says.
