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She's tongue deep in JJ's pussy. It's been a long time - before Will, now after Will - and it's Emily's birthday and wine turned into something quietly inevitable.
JJ's naked, Emily's naked - one leg over Emily's shoulder, and JJ is panting hard. "Yes, Em, there," as Emily sucks at JJ's clit, softly then hard, rough.
Emily's so involved at the task at hand that she barely clocks the change in the room. A jangle of keys, another presence; JJ grabs Emily's grey hair and pushes her down and begins fucking her face. "Dave," JJ manages to get out around moans, and Emily's pussy twitches as she realises Dave has let himself in with the keys they'd exchanged ages ago.
"Don't let me interrupt." His voice was low, and Emily feels him come up from behind. "The Birthday Girl is very giving, Agent Jareau."
JJ cries out a little, and Emily catches sight of Dave kissing her, all tongue and teeth, and Jesus, something was happening that Emily had not expected for her fifty-eighth birthday. "You," and Emily looks up to see JJ clutching at Dave's evident erection, "Have no idea, Agent Rossi. Take your pants off," and Dave complies, Emily still working JJ's pussy like it was her job.
She comes up for air just as JJ grabs Dave's cock and begins to fist it. "Jennifer," he hisses, and it's so sexy Emily finds her own clit and begins to hum. She was so wet, and Dave looks at her. "It's not my birthday though."
JJ smiles, deviantly, swinging her bare legs as she looks down at Emily, still between her legs. "No. And she's been such a good girl."
Dave's pants are gone, as he walks around Emily, stroking her back lightly. Emily's panting now, at her own hand, and she dives back into JJ's pussy, greedily, Dave's hands finding her ass. "Good girls deserved to be fucked," he growls, and Emily moans into JJ's cunt, which was dripping around her mouth as she tongues JJ's hole, feeling Dave's dick at her own opening. "Do you want to be fucked, Emily?"
Emily manages a nod, still working herself and JJ in tandem, and the breath is almost knocked out of her as Dave rams into her from behind. Fuck, they're too old for condoms and he fills her in the way that was both familiar and foreign due to the circumstance.
"Yes, fuck her. I want to see you two." JJ moans a little as Emily sucks on her clit, her eyes hooded as Emily looks up at her. JJ looks almost too pleased, and it's here Emily knows this has all been engineered by the woman she was eating out like a Continental breakfast. "Yes, fuck her harder, Dave. It's what she deserves."
Dave was grunting, and Emily breaks from JJ's pussy as he hit her in the right spot, her own hand still working herself. The smell of JJ around her, Dave's cock pounding her - it's too much, and she feels close. Quicker than normal, but this wasn't a normal situation, JJ pushing her head down with a mutter of "you have a job to do, Birthday Girl."
Emily's tits were bouncing as Dave ploughs her hard, her spot constantly being hit in the way only a man who knew the landscape could do. Dave was good at doggy, his hand wrapping around her grey hair and pulling. Jesus, and Emily moans loudly into JJ's pussy, her face being fucked until JJ finally comes, salty and raw into Emily's mouth.
"Fuck me. You're both beautiful," Dave growls, not slowing his rhythm as JJ pulls Emily up to kiss her. The angle isn't comfortable, not at Emily's age, but she's up for it. JJ kisses her roughly, before dropping her, a cat-ate-the-cream look on her face as she leans back and starts playing with herself. JJ grabs the glass of wine they'd abandoned earlier, and makes a circle motion with her other hand towards them.
"You can fuck her harder, Dave." The image of JJ masturbating after being gotten off by Emily, of JJ so turned on by Dave fucking her from behind almost has her push over the edge. But she hangs on, her hair being pulled back roughly, Dave's other hand clutching her hip so hard he was sure to leave bruises. "There's a good pair. Get me off, while you get off." JJ sips her wine, her head back as she watches them, and Emily moans JJ's name as half a prayer and half a need.
"She's taking it so well," and Dave fists her hair tighter. The friction is insane, so precious and wanton, and Emily can't say anything she's so overwhelmed. Slowly, he undoes her hair and his hand slips around neck, squeezing gently. "Do we let her come, JJ?"
JJ hums, sipping more wine, working herself up. "Do you want to come Emily?"
"Yes," she hisses, her synapses on fire along with every nerve ending. She tastes JJ on her lips, sees how wet she still is while the room fills with the constant slapping of Dave's groin against her ass. "Please," and it's a desperate beg, and Dave's hand grips her hips and neck tighter. She's never felt so used, so safe, and JJ smiles.
"Come for us, Emily."
It's all Emily needs, and she seizes, Dave still fucking into her at a great speed, and she's coating his dick with her come. She groans out Dave's name, then JJ's - she falls forward, her vision hazy but clear enough to see JJ still playing with herself in an almost languid way. She can tell from Dave's panting and movement he's close too - Emily looks to JJ, for instruction, for what the next move is.
"Come on her tits, Dave. The Birthday Slut needs it." Emily is almost shocked at this side of JJ, but it also tracks, seems completely correct and Emily lets herself fall, her orgasm still haunting her as Dave still rams into her from behind.
This was off the rails, and Emily feels Dave pull out of her. She turns onto her knees, and Dave looks down at her, his cock in his hands as he pumps himself. "You okay if -" Emily leans forward and takes his dick in her mouth, once, twice, then pulls back, spit coating her lips. Quickly, she pulls her tits together and looks up at him expectantly, her nerve endings still pulsating along with her pussy.
JJ begins stroking Emily's hair, the slick sound of her finger fucking herself almost Pavlovian to Emily. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Film it," Emily mutters, and JJ laughs, pausing her own pleasure as Dave stands over her, his face one of soft, safe comfort and desire. "Film it, Jayge."
"You ready Dave?" JJ appears behind Dave, her phone up and Emily's cunt pulses. Dave nods, unable to speak he's so close, pre-come pooling at the top of his cock. "Come on her tits, come for us."
He doesn't need another reason, and he bucks forward, ribbons of come landing warm on Emily's tits, her clavicles. Dave is moaning her name, JJ filming with a smirk on her face and Emily feels filthy. Used but completely in control, and Dave's come feels amazing on her skin.
Finally, he's spent, and she rolls her fingers across her breasts, through the fluid, before sucking the come from them without breaking eye contact with Dave.
"You're beautiful," he whispers, his hand slowly finishing on his spent cock. JJ stops the phone camera, and steps in - quickly, she leans over Emily's tits and licks them clean of Dave's come. She looks satisfied, then leans forward and kisses Emily, her mouth still full of Dave.
"Kiss him," Emily demands - it was her birthday, and JJ smiles pleasantly before complying. Emily finds her clit, still swollen and waiting, as JJ kisses Dave, JJ taking Dave's cock in her hands and working it up. It's so fucking hot, like nothing Emily could ever have imagined, and she's half-way to coming again when they break apart.
"Ooh, I have wanted to do that for years," JJ sighs, still working Dave's cock. She turns to Emily. "Happy birthday, Emily. Now it's your turn to tell us what to do."
A smile crosses Emily's face, her finger still on her clit. Happy birthday indeed, and she kisses them both, the night still young.
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