"Ben. Can I have your c**k so I can f**k her butt? I've never felt p***s envy, but it's SO not fair that your d**k gets to go in there."
Brie's eyes widened, "Wait. What? I thought that was horny-speak! He's not f*****g my butt!"
"Not without consent, Bea." Ben replied.
"Oh I'll get your goddamn consent," Bea said.
"Bea, I ughhhhhhh!" Brie's complaint cut off as Bea's tongue forced its way into her ass.
"Ben. Clothes." It was all Bea could spare, frantically tongue f*****g that butt. She'd barely been able to spare a moment to look at her clenching little butthole. It made her just as horny as Ben's did.
"You okay with this?" Ben asked Brie, plucking at his shirt. She nodded, ogling his chest. He took his shirt off, and her moans grew louder. There was something so hot about making a
