Back to glowering at Rose, you guess.
Rose is weaker than you: about 90 minutes later, the quiet staring contest has left her exhausted and she falls asleep sitting up. She snores softly, leaning against the arm of the couch. Her mouth is parted and a little trickle of drool comes out.
You stand and cover her with a blanket. Not because you care about her - it's just that the last thing you need is her catching a cold and spreading her germs to you.
Soon after, Whitney texts you that she's pulling up. You creep to the front door and let her inside. She instantly latches onto your face for a deep tongue kiss.
"Is Alex here too?" she whispers when she pulls back.
"No, he's at work. He's really into it, so I left him there."
"Oh well," Whitney says. "You're just as fun." She glances into the living room where Rose is still snoozing.
"Don't even think about it," you say. "We can go somewhere else if you want to fool around."
"Oh, what's the harm?" Whitney asks. "Besides, I've got a cool trick to show you. She won't wake up."
>[X] Well, OK
[ ] Seriously, we should go somewhere else.
"It's all about upper body strength," Whitney explains. You're sitting on the floor in the living room, naked, your legs splayed out. Whitney is naked, too. Just seeing her plump little cunt on display is enough to get you hard these days. It's such a cute slit, invitingly soft looking and delicate.
You feel a little thrill of exposure here, too, doing something like this so close to where Rose is sleeping. From where you sit, you can see her - although with the lights out, she's not much more than a shadowed lump on the couch.
Whitney gets into a pushup position and then arches her back at an angle that looks downright painful. Then with a graceful push forward, she's standing fully upright, upside-down, on just her hands.
She walks forward with grace you never could have imagined for a person using their palms for feet. Her slight frame is probably a benefit, here. Her body is sleek and small-looking in the moonlight coming through the window.
"What do you think?" she asks.
"That's - impressive," you manage.
"Just watch."
She walks further forward still, until she's right in front of you. Her face is level with your crotch.
"You can't be serious-" you begin.
She's serious. She opens wide and engulfs your dick in the hot confines of her mouth.
"Oh my god," you groan. She pushes herself up and down, raising and lowering her throat around your cock. She's actually deepthroating you by doing standing pushups. She pistons back and forth, sucking you off, her movements agonizingly but deliciously slow.
Her neck muscles tighten and loosen with expert precision, milking your aching cock shaft. You leak precum straight into her, but gravity has the advantage: it seeps back down along with her drool all over your crotch, your thighs, and the floor.
Eventually, even Whitney can't maintain her gymnastic pose. She begins to wobble. Not wanting to lose this delicious new pleasure, you lean forward and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her against you. Now you're supporting her weight as she sits upside-down on your dick. She never stops sucking you like her life depends on it. Her ass bumps against your face as you hold her, and you do what any red-blooded young man would: you bury your entire face in it.
Whitney's asshole is tiny, tight and fun to probe. Even the smell is inviting, not dirty, but sweet and womanly. Every time your tongue breaks past the puckering ring, you feel her slobbery mouth tighten around your dick. You can control the tempo of her blowjob by controlling the tempo of your tongue in her ass.
You hear rustling from over by the couch now. Whitney doesn't stop, but you poke your head up to see what it is. It's hard to make out a lot of detail, but Rose is definitely awake, and she's looking directly at the two of you.
You're far beyond caring.
You turn 180 degrees, bringing Whitney along for the ride, and then tip her over so she lands with a light thud on the floor. She just giggles at the abuse: "meanie~" she coos, sputtering up a frothy mix of slime from the way you used her mouth.
"I need to fuck you," you growl.
She sits up on her elbows, spreading her legs as wide as they go, and holds her pussy open for you. She either has no idea Rose is watching or simply doesn't care. Either way, this is happening.
You climb over her. The positioning went just as planned: from this angle, Rose will be able to clearly see where your dick enters Whitney as you fuck in and out of her.
That thought in mind, you go balls deep in a single squelching thrust. Your body collapses against Whitney's as you shove your cock inside - and Whitney falls flat on her back with the force of it, her legs entwining with yours. Whitney is powerless to do anything now, pinned beneath your weight. Even athletic soccer star Whitney Price is unable to overcome your masculine power advantage. She can only let you rut around and fuck her as you wish, your ass bouncing up and down.
Right now you're using her body to get off, nothing more - and to make sure Rose sees every graphic moment of it.
"Fuck me," Whitney chants over and over in a sing-song voice, her voice an airy whine from the force of exactly that.
You hear a little "mmmf-" from the couch where Rose is sitting. You look over your shoulder - and Whitney is looking now, too.
Rose is curled up under the blanket, her face poking out as she watches the lewd display.
She's softly crying to herself, it sounds like - but there's also a rhythmic wet slapping noise muffled by her covers that definitely isn't chaste.
Rose is actually sobbing while she masturbates to you and Whitney fucking.
"Told you~" Whitney says to her. She laces her fingers through your hair and pulls you into a lingering kiss as your thrusts become more insistent, more needful. Her insides are searing hot and getting hotter, dripping wet and getting wetter - she likes to show off as much as you do, apparently.
"Cum inside," she tells you. "Cum in me, Ally. Cum in me!"
You groan - way louder than you intended - and let your cum paint Whitney's deepest parts. You shoot pulse after sticky pulse of semen into her spasming cunt.
"F-f-fffuck," Whitney squeals, cumming herself stupid too. You feel the wet explosion of it as she bucks back against you.
When your balls are empty, you roll over, panting.
Whitney stands. You reach out weakly to stop her, but she's already striding across the living room to where Rose is still crying and playing with herself.
"I told you," Whitney repeats, standing right in front of Rose's face. She spreads her cunt lips open and lets your cum slide down her legs as a final humiliation for Rose.
Rose lets out a pained gasp, biting her knuckles to stifle it, goes rigid as she cums, then collapses into a bawling heap.