She reaches for my belt, fumbling at the clasp. I watch amusedly as her fingers slip over the buckle.
“Can I help you?” I ask politely.
She growls under her breath. “Take it out. Get in my mouth. Now.”
I ignore the desperate throbbing in my balls. “Tonight is about you, princess. Not us.”
She snorts. “So, what? You’re all going to get me off in ten different positions, and then whack off together in the showers? Where’s the fun in that?” Still frantically riding Glen, she reaches out and rubs over the bulge in my pants, squeezing with her manicured fingers. “Ilikemaking you come,” she says huskily. “Just as much as you like the reverse. So, for the love of God, please give me the birthday gift of your dick in my mouth.”
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I don’t need telling twice. I have my trousers and underwear dropped before she can even blink. Her blue eyes darken hungrily as she wraps her hand around my length andtugs,pulling me closer towards her.
“Jesus, woman! It’s not a fucking leash!”
She flutters her eyelashes at me, then takes me halfway down her throat.
I shout, half in surprise, half in pleasure. Her mouth is burning hot and wet as she slides her lips slowly towards my base, millimetre by torturous millimetre.
“You know, she just learned to do that,” Kenta says, kneeling on the sheets next to us. “Very steep learning curve.”
She gives him the finger, curling her tongue under my shaft. I want to say something, but I can’t. I don’t think I can form human language. Her head bobs, her pink cheeks hollowing as she sucks me down. Noises I swear I’ve never made before fall out of my chest as she effortlessly rides Glen and sucks at me, her small body sandwiched between us both.
She suddenly yelps. I look down. Kenta has dropped to his knees by the bed, spread her cheeks, and just about buried his face in her ass.
“No?” he murmurs, trailing his lips over her cheek.
“Y-yes? I—” She gasps in a breath. “I don’t know.”
He nuzzles into her, running his lips lightly down her crack. She shivers.
“What about this?” He reaches across the bed, patting around until he finds the glossy pink bullet. Licking the end of it, he taps the button on the base, starting up a faint vibration. Not taking his eyes off Briar’s, he gently touches the softly pointed tip against her puckered entrance.
She jolts in Glen’s arms, and the movement thrusts me even further down her throat. I grip my hand in her hair and take a deep breath.
“I think she likes it,” I say.
She groans affirmatively, then pulls away from me, her lips making a little popping sound.
“Come here,” she orders Kenta, grabbing his hand and tugging him to take my place. He steps forward, and she immediately slides him into her mouth. He cups her cheeks, gently stroking her cheekbones as she bobs up and down his length. I sit back and enjoy the view. Briar brings Kenta right to the edge, waiting until my friend is panting and fisting his hands in her hair, then pulls away again and reaches for me.
She keeps doing this, blowing us until we’re right at the point of exploding, then switching between us. The whole time, she’s screwing her hips over Glen, gasping slightly as he thumps into her.
I try to hold back, but eventually, while she’s going down hard on me, I can’t take it anymore. I’m covered in sweat and struggling to breathe as she rolls my balls in her hands. If I could, I’d make this last forever, but I can’t stop my dick thickening and throbbing in her mouth.
“Briar,” I murmur. “I’m going to come.”
Instead of pulling out, she tightens her grip on me, taking me even deeper.
I frown, wiping a hand over my face. “Are you sure?” I ask, remembering her freakout when Nin spilt lotion all over her bed.
She says something unintelligible.
“What?”
