All Hands On Dick

Allie Heart and I own the playground. Our swing boy hangs helpless while we circle him like two sharks that learned to laugh. She grabs the straps and jerks him forward so his bare cock swings heavy in the open air, skin stretched tight, the cut head dark and shiny. I step in, plant my palm on his chest, and shove him back. He rocks between us, cock slapping his stomach, our hands reaching out to catch him every time he swings close. A quick squeeze. A sharp slap. Fingers raking down his length before we push him away again. Allie turns, drops her bare ass onto his lap mid-swing, grinding until his shaft disappears between her cheeks. She rocks with the motion, slow and deliberate, letting her weight drag over every inch. When she stands he’s glistening, twitching, desperate for the next hit. We keep him moving. Hands on him, asses on him, bodies pressing him from every angle, using every sway to take something else. He has no control, just the straps and our appetites, and we are nowhere near done with either.