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George knew he was handsome. His face and body were perfect. No extra sugar or carbohydrates. Only proper nutrition and sports. He's used to being admired, to people making videos dedicated to him. That was the norm. All those glances gliding over him were familiar. Fred's view, however, was different. Of course he wanted him, but still. There was sincere love in his large and bright eyes. Not just for his body. Even in the most unsightly moments, the look did not change. So maybe, it really was love. Vesti always sat quietly and waited for Russell, when he was spinning around the mirror, looking at himself.
Fred wasn't around right now. There was only a mirror. Huge. From floor to ceiling. It might have been a controversial decision by the hotel to put it in the bathroom, but right now, George didn't mind. He didn't even notice it right away. The team checked into the hotel late at night, so he only had enough energy to wash and brush his teeth before falling asleep. And today Russell noticed a mirror. After his morning shower, he looked at himself carefully. The mirror reflected a young man with perfect skin and a toned figure. He's really handsome. His large blue eyes were constantly looking down at the soft and short hairs that framed vagina. George was pleased with himself. He wouldn't want to change anything about himself. His cunt brought him a lot of pleasure. Especially when Vesti took part in it. His baby was incredibly diligent. He obeyed him in everything and always did him so well. The British man touched himself. He spread the soft folds with his fingers to see his pinkish bosom in the reflection. Russell bit his lip. I wish Vesti was here now. In this light-filled bathroom, in front of this huge mirror. To run the tongue over his pussy, and then bent down and fucked him, forcing to look at their reflection.
George couldn't resist the pleasure and called Fred on FaceTime. His boyfriend answered the phone quickly.
“Are you alone right now?” Russell asked immediately. Right now, only his face was visible during the call.
“Yes. What is it?” Vesti was lying on the bed and looked absolutely relaxed.
I found something in my bathroom, and I think you're going to like it.” George turned the camera over and Fred's eyes widened. On the screen, he saw a perfect naked body in the bright light of the lamps. Russell was twirling in front of the mirror, showing off his nakedness. The Brit smiled mockingly. “Do you like it?”
Of course I like it.” The Dane swallowed hard. The cock twitched in his pants from this gorgeous view.
“OK. Then we'll discuss everything later.” And with that, Russell dropped the call. Maybe it was a little cruel, but it will be all the sweeter later. Vesti will be waiting until the evening for George to allow him to approach. Perhaps, Russell himself was also turned on by the thought of tonight.
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It was noisy in the paddock. Fred was sitting in the Mercedes garage, biting his lip impatiently. He had a hard time calming down after George's call. Just one minute had completely knocked him out of his mind. The Brit looked great. Like an ancient statue. This majestic figure, as if made of white marble, embodies the ideal of human beauty and strength. His body is perfectly proportioned, every muscle is worked out with impeccable precision. His face is full of determination, confidence and inner strength, but also indescribable softness. Blue eyes seem full of deep thought, reflecting not only physical fitness, but also moral fortitude. And it's an inviting vagina. Fred definitely admired it. Soft and juicy labia made his cock harden and his mouth fill with saliva. Vesti did not notice how a figure loomed over him.
“What are you thinking about?” The Dane jerked his head up to meet George's gaze.
“About you.” Fred said it softly, but clearly. Russell broke into a smile and held out a key card.
“Here. Come to my room after the race. And bring your things.” Vesti took the key with a trembling hand and George went into the depths of the garage, after patting Fred's hair.
A Formula 1 race is always an incredible sight! The heart freezes when the cars go to the start, and the atmosphere is filled with adrenaline. The sound of roaring engines and screeching tires makes it clear that the fight for victory is beginning. Deafening sounds of engines and roaring fans can be heard outside. Inside the cockpit, everything seems focused, every vibration of the chassis transmits the pulse of the race. Russell raced along the track, feeling his heart pounding in unison with the powerful engine with every turn. The Ferrari cars are racing ahead, and he pulls into the rear bumper, adrenaline pumping. Every second is worth its weight in gold. The asphalt, like a snake, wriggles under the wheels. Maneuvers are becoming more accurate and effective. The Brit struggled going into the drift. From the first seconds, all bets were on favorites, and Vesti watched every maneuver on the track. Mind-blowing overtaking, tense moments when the riders barely touch each other. Every collision makes you hold your breath. And when George gets ahead, emotions just go through the roof, I want to scream with joy! The distance to Leclair is rapidly decreasing. Only a safety car spoils everything. It feels like they've been following it for a very long time. The finish line is approaching too fast, and he doesn't have time to make a decisive maneuver! Second place. Joy and annoyance are mixed in my chest. Second place is a good result, but it's impossible not to feel how close it was to victory.
Russell is all sweaty after the race. Champagne and sweat mix on his body and, to be honest, the smell is so-so. It doesn't feel good either, it's all sticky. A shower after a race gives him a long-awaited feeling of cleanliness. George comes out from behind the glass partition and goes to the outlets to dry his hair. Lube and condoms are placed on the edge of the huge sink. Russell wanted to be ready and even played with himself with fingers while waiting.
His hair is almost dry when he hears the front door click. The Brit puts the hair dryer aside and waits for Fred to appear. He hesitantly comes around the corner and looks at the mirrored surface of the entire wall. Vesti is nervously touching the edge of his T-shirt. George slowly approaches his boyfriend. He's still naked after a shower and sometimes drops run down his body. Russell gently presses his body against Fred's and kisses the corner of his mouth.
“Do you like what you see?” They look at the reflection together. The Dane is still wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which stands in stark contrast to the Brit.
“Yes.” Vesti really passionately examines the smooth curves and involuntarily lingers on the pussy.
“And I'm not really.” Russell is amused by the way Fred shifts his shocked gaze. “You're wearing too many clothes.”
With these words, George moves away from his boyfriend and presses his back against the wall in front of the mirror. He watches as the Dane quickly pulls off all his clothes and throws them over the threshold of the bathroom. His cock, still very soft, dangling between his legs, when Vesti comes back to George. He stands quite calmly, as if he regularly admires himself during sex. Fred finally kisses the soft lips he's been dreaming about since this morning. Russell was driving him crazy. His looseness, gentleness, and sexuality. It was impossible to get enough of him. Their kiss was deep, full of desire and passion. Vesti ran his fingertips along the inside of his thighs before touching his lower lips. They were already slightly wet, which made Fred smile through the kiss.
“You've been waiting for me.” The Dane says with a smile. George says nothing to this. It only puts more pressure on his shoulders, forcing him to kneel in front of him.
“Come on, darling, eat my pussy.” Russell spreads his legs slightly and Fred eagerly dives in.
George shudders with pleasure. A wide and deft tongue hotly licks his delicate folds. The Dane passionately clings to the crotch, inhaling the scent. Lips and tongue slide over his cunt, smearing saliva and natural lubricant. Russell takes his eyes off the top of the head between his legs and looks at the mirror. The reflection makes him shudder. The view is so depraved that Brit can't believe his eyes at first. His eyes are feverishly bright, his chest is heaving with heavy sighs, his nipples are tightened into tight lumps, and his legs are spread wide, like he is some kind of whore. With his hands, he clings to the blonde crown pressed against his wet cunt. Fred carefully holds him by the hips while he does all sorts of obscenities with his mouth. He sucks, kisses and licks the clitoris and the small hole from which the lubricant continues to flow. With his tongue, he penetrates inside, tasting it. The sounds filling the room make my head spin. Belatedly, George realizes that he himself is moaning loudly from skillful caresses. He plays with his own breasts, squeezing tight nipples and pulling them off. Russell moves his hips, literally riding on the hot tongue. The reflection repeats after them. It's so hot and dirty. George involuntarily holds his gaze. He watches Fred move his head between his legs to find the best angle. His baby is so greedy. He just can't get enough of his pussy. Vesti moistens his finger in saliva and lube before inserting it. This is not enough, catastrophically not enough. George wants more.
“Baby, there's a lubricant nearby. Take it. Make me feel good with your fingers.” Fred obeyed. He almost throws the bottle and condoms off the sink, clutching them convulsively with his fingers. The Dane, without looking away from the wet cunt, applies lubricant to two fingers at once and inserts them. The hot hole willingly opens, eagerly pulsating around the fingers.
That's not enough for George. He looks down and meets the gaze of Vesti. His baby looks at him with wide-open eyes, while fingering and licking his pussy simultaneously. That was so freaking hot. Fred watched Russell's face change with pleasure.
“More.” George demands and Vesti obeys. He adds lube and inserts a third finger, preparing that fucking hole for invasion. The Dane gently bites someone else's thigh, which causes a crowd of goosebumps on the Briton's body. Russell moans loudly and wags his hips actively, trying to get deeper. “Baby, I want you. I want you so bad. I’m so ready for you. C’mon don’t make my pussy wait. She can’t take it anymore. She is so desperate.”
Dirty words are pouring out of George, making Fred tremble with impatience. As soon as he takes out his fingers to open the condom, the British man takes a step forward and bends over, leaning his hands on the mirror. Vesti swallows hard at the sight. Russell looks like the perfect whore. His pussy, so swollen, continues to throb, dripping with lube and demanding for a dick. The Dane didn't make both of them wait. He quickly rolls out the condom and enters in one smooth motion. George groans loudly and drops his head. The cock stretches him perfectly from the inside, filling it to the brim. Fred freezes for a moment, letting himself get used to the hot walls that are greedily embracing him. He almost comes out of the pussy to push back hard. Vesti's arms wrap tightly around Russell's waist, gently squeezing his sides. George groans and finally lifts his head and looks at his reflection. He looks how his body is shaking from strong tremors, how wide his mouth is open and how his eyes are shining. Fred doesn't hold back, he hammers his cunt and it feels just amazing. The hot cock in his greedy pussy makes his knees tremble. The Brit greedily looks at what is happening in the mirror and an idea arises in his head. He's been dreaming about this all day, but now he wants to see his cock stretching his hole, moving inside it.
“Fred, baby, wait…” Russell barely finds the strength to squeeze these words out of himself between thrusts. Vesti freezes.
“What’s wrong, Mommy? Are you hurt?” This concern is so touching at such moments.
“No, baby. I want to switch the pose. I want to see your dick in my pussy.” Fred tries to make sense of what he heard. George suggests such depraved things. An ideal pose quickly comes to mind. Vesti slowly comes out of the hot pussy, which continues to throb after the head leaves her. It's like it's asking to come back.
The Dane steps aside and takes unused hotel towels from the shelf to put them on the floor in front of the mirror. Then he sits down and slaps his thighs.
“Sit down, Mommy.” George struggles to get over on shaky legs and sinks down on top, with his back to his boyfriend. Fred adjusts his pose so that his wet cunt is visible in the mirror. His legs are spread wide, revealing his tender insides. “Look, Mommy, it’s your pussy. So sweet and glossy.”
“Do you think I don't know my pussy?” George says this with a grin, but flinches when Vesti's fingers stroke his clitoris and spread his bottom lips to dive into the throbbing hole.
“I don't think you've ever looked at her like that. It's too much even for you.” Fred kisses his neck, still playing with his pussy. “Look how wonderful she is. I think about her all the time. She's so sensitive. I love playing with this clit. Mommy, you moan so loudly if I play with her long enough. She is dripping so hard.”
“Baby…” The Dane whispers all this into his scarlet ear as he continues to stretch his cunt. George looks at his reflection in the mirror. His pussy is so wet and stretched. She is so hungry. “Baby, please, fuck me. But, please, take off the condom. I want to see your cum dripping out of me. How it mixes with my lube.”
Vesti pulls off the condom and puts it aside. He adds some lube and puts his cock to the hot hole. Fred enters slowly this time, giving George a chance to enjoy the view. The Dane himself loves to watch how a wet cunt takes him, how the pink entrance easily accepts his trunk. Russell looks at it with wide eyes. In this position, the dick cannot go too deep, but he gets pleasure from the view. He watches as his pussy squishes around the cock and feels his walls throb. The Brit is captured by feelings. For the first time, he sees how willingly his cunt opens for a cock, as she practically sucks him inside. He likes it. George is actively moving his hips, approaching his own orgasm. It wasn't easy for Fred, he held Rassell on top of him and played with his clit at the same time. The British man leans his head back on his shoulder with a groan. He feels his orgasm coming. The hand and the penis bring him incredible pleasure. Everything mixed up in a series of wet slaps and moans. Vesti kisses his shoulder as George is overwhelmed by a powerful wave of pleasure. His eyes rolled back. He feels so good. Fred continues thrusting into his pussy, reaching his own orgasm. Soon he freezes, cumming deep inside. George is resting on the shoulder when the Dane lightly kisses his temple.
“Look, Mommy, my cum is dripping from your pussy.” George opens his eyes and looks at his reddened pussy. His hole is so worked out and a whitish liquid oozes out of it. The sight makes Russell shudder. That's exactly what he wanted.
“Oh, baby, you did me so good. Mommy’s pussy feels amazing.” The Brit speaks in a low voice. It's been a very long day.
“Let’s take a shower.” Vesti helps him up and kisses him softly on the lips.
After a hot shower, they both lie in bed. Fred washed the two of them and changed their clothes. The air conditioner is blowing in the room, saving them from the heat of the street, and they snuggle up to each other, lazily kissing before finally falling asleep.