dorione groaned loudly, his head thrown back as he felt his thighs being to tremble around the other man's head, his lover's tongue flicking back and forth across his small, budding cock with such glee, dorione felt light headed. he hadn't intended on finding a date tonight with the toys (his affectionate name for the rag-tag group of bottoms he'd fallen in with after moving to copperdale university the fall before) much less a hook-up. he'd simply wanted to dance the night away with a line of coke and a drink in his hand.

 

but his now lover had locked eyes with him across from the hookah they were both lounging in front of, enjoying the more quiet air of the purple, western pavillion and it's bar. dorione had simply opened his legs when li plunged his hand recklessly beneath his beach shorts and found his junk easily enough before going for his own cock in his drawers. it was late, dorione was horny, and quite frankly, quite simply craving the feeling of another human body.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

what i was not expecting, was when i looked away for a moment, and came back to another sim having asked to join in. (also, i couldn't say no. i mentioned dorione was a nymph, right? a nubile minor deity who serve older, more powerful deities than them. and nymphs have a particular ... skill, within which they worship. sex.) 

 

 

 

they went to town on sandwiching dorione between the two of them, relentlessly pushing him back and forth between the two. dorione relaxed his holes with a quickened skill, thanking his past self gratefully for having done this before. done well, it felt like heaven. it was heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i won't lie, i had a giggle at the bright orange condom. good job li! representation for safe sex (although dorione wishes he could have his seed instead).

 

 

and it ended with a lovely spit roast! what a great outing, you guys! : )

 

oh, whats this?

 

 

that's great! : ) wait ... what's that?

 

 

... woops? ( :0