I open.
He feeds me inch by inch, letting me feel the weight of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth. He tastes clean and salty and male in a way that goes straight to my cunt, making me clench around nothing while Dominic’s tongue works my c**t.
“That’s it,” Cole murmurs, pushing deeper. “Suck it like you mean it. Show me what that mouth can do.”
I suck. Hollow my cheeks, swirl my tongue, try to remember every blowjob tip I’ve ever read and never gotten to practice because my husband said oral was “degrading.”
This doesn’t feel degrading.
This feels like worship.
Marcus appears above me, straddling my ribcage, his massive c**k jutting toward my face. He grabs my t**s – rougher than anyone has ever grabbed them, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper around Col
