"Da, moya malen'kaya koroleva," Illya said, kissing her shoulder. Solo was fascinated by the sound of their language. He slowed a little as Illya moved, lifting Sinthia as he slid beneath and behind her.

It took some gentle arranging. Then he looked up at Solo from behind her hair, "Don't stop, Solo." Illya cupped her breasts from behind. Solo started to move again, to thrust into her faster. Illya moved his hips in time with their movement, his cock sliding between Sinthia's ass cheeks. "That's it, fuck both of us." Every time Solo thrust into her, the tip of Illya's cock rubbed against Solo's.

Solo gasped at the feel of it. It felt like Solo was fucking them both. "That is it, fuck us hard, Solo," Illya encouraged him. "Yes, just like that. So good, isn't he, my love?"