Mike pulled his c**k out of my mouth with a wet pop, the whipped cream mixed with my spit still clinging to the thick head. He stroked it slow, eyes locked on my p***y where the melted cream and my juices ran in sticky lines down the counter.
My c**t throbbed, p***y lips swollen and glistening, still dripping from the cream play and the way Mike had eaten me out.
"Look at this sloppy cunt," Mike said, voice rough. "Still leaking like a w***e. We're gonna fill it up good now."
Carlos stepped up between my legs first, his c**k thick and girthy, head flushed dark. He grabbed the whipped cream can from the counter, shook it, and sprayed a thick line of foam along the length of his shaft. The cold made his c**k twitch, cream dripping down the veins. He rubbed the head through my folds, coat
