Zarya/76/Gabriel – femdom; pegging; praise kink; body/muscle appreciation; manhandling – Zarya is still so young but she’s got those two old men wrapped around her fingers.
Gabriel makes like pulling away, but only so that Zarya has to curl her big hand around his ankle and pull him back down the bed with a kind of ease that has his stomach tied in knots and the good Soldier’s mouth drop open while he palms his cock.
Zarya chuckles, curling an arm around one of Gabriel’s massive thighs and manhandling him until he’s on his side, leg helplessly hooked around the bend of her elbow.
“How naughty,” she purrs at him. She shuffles closer, fingers of her other hand tickling his well-lubed hole. “Somebody is yearning for a bit of rough, mayhaps?”
Gabriel scowls fiercely but his already dark cheeks are going even darker with a flush. His brown eyes are glittering as he looks back at her, glancing at the strong line of her jaw to the wide set of her shoulders. He stares at her biceps, and quickly looks away again – caught looking – when she flexes for him.
Zarya hums and shuffles closer. She has a gorgeous cock strapped on for them; long and a bit fatter than usual, though not as girthy as what either of them has packing.
She takes herself in hand and starts dragging the mostly featureless tip against the nice little snatch Gabriel has offered up before nerves got to him and he tried to be cheeky.
The good Soldier is watching from the sidelines, gloriously naked and cock in hand; eyes travelling as much across Gabriel’s thick, meaty muscles as they are tracing Zarya and her effortless dominance she reigns over them.
They’ve sparred beforehand just to feel how easily she can put the old men on their back. Maybe spread their legs and push their knees up to their shoulders just to humiliate them; let them see how her youth and strength can overpower them and make them her bitches.
They’re all sweaty and pungent; and while they are fighting against a gentle, lazy kind of lethargy, Zarya looks like she’s just begun.
She straddles the leg still stretched out on the bed, hooks Gabriel’s leg across her shoulder to have her arms free, then pushes in. Her tits sway with the motion and both men immediately stare at them.
She’s got a scar slashed across her right breast, nearly hitting her nipple. She does not look like a mom, but they both want to nurse anyway.
Zarya is surprisingly nurturing. Maybe she just gets off on making them feel smaller than they are. More helpless than they are. Jack does not quite know, nor does he care.
Gabriel sighs as she starts to easily fuck him, and Jack startles when her hand curls around his ankle, not unlike she did moments before with Gabriel, and easily pulls him closer across the already rumpled sheets.
He could kick at her and try to squirm away, but it would be futile. The thought excites him inordinately and by the glazed, needy look on Gabriel’s face, he feels the same.
They are nothing but Zarya’s toy boys and… it feels good. She manhandles him until he’s where she wants him; stretched out next to her other boy close enough that she can curl her wide palm around his cock. She has big hands, but they are still pretty looking. She likes painting her nails in bright, happy colors.
Jack has his hands unthinkingly curled against his shoulders, looking up at Zarya with heavy lidded eyes and breathing deeply. Zarya glances at him, and her face goes all soft and warm.
“Little kitten,” she purrs and he flushes dark and humiliated. He is old enough to be her father, but something about this woman makes him feel small and helpless… but protected.
She stems them around if she wants to, but he’s yet to have her actually hurt any of them. He does not think she has it in her.
Zarya leans forward some, squeezing Jack’s cock as she picks up her pace. Gabriel stretches for her and bares his throat, groaning deep in his chest when her cock slides deep and easy. Jack could lean forward and bite at his shoulders and neck. Lick at his salt-and-pepper beard.
But he can’t take his eyes off of Zarya’s swaying tits and the hard muscles of her belly, visibly contracting with every thrust forward.
She has a gorgeous cunt hidden beneath the harness she’s wearing. It’s cute and small, hidden beneath a downy soft thatch of garishly dyed pubes. It’s kept just as meticulously perfect as the rest of her body. Maybe she’ll open her thick thighs for them later. Let them fuck her slow and easy, or eat her out with their noses buried in her pink hair.
She’s easy for them; stroking their egos by coming quick and beautiful with little incentive given. It’s the only testament to her youth; to how she’s been shunned by weak boys who were intimidated by her. Her body is deliciously sensitive and they love exploiting it. Have her thighs nearly bust their skulls when she loses control and comes so hard she almost squirts.
They are very determined to make up for lost time.
“You are such good boys today,” she purrs, her accent getting their nipples tight and excited. They’ve been primed to her voice to an embarrassing degree. “I don’t think at all you want to play rough today. I think you want to be good boys that get treats…”
Gabriel groans and throws one arm across his eyes so it’s harder for them to see his flush. Jack breathes deeply and nods quick and a bit overeager when Zarya looks questioningly at him. Then she smiles.
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