The room fills with heat.
I watch as he teases Lena—rubbing the head of his shaft up and down her puffy lips. Lena moans her delight and protest in one breath.
“I need you inside me, Daddy,” she begs.
“I’ll take you when I’m ready and not a minute sooner. You understand?” He asks as he smacks her pussy until its nearly running like a broken faucet.
“Yes!” She belts out.
Satisfied with his sensual torture—he pushes inside Lena. She’s filled to the hilt, and her cries of euphoria confirm it. Now is the perfect time to put her mouth to use. I make my way to hover over her face as she wraps her arms around my thighs pulling me on to her tongue.
Lena could always please me orally with a rhythm no one else could. “That’s it. Taste me, Princess. Remind me I’m your favorite meal,” I purred.
I loved the sounds she made as Calil stroked every wall while being tongue deep inside my back door.
Her mouth opens beneath me. The muffled sound of her pleasure is obscene perfection.
Calil’s voice deepens as he praises her.
“You’re taking both of us so well.”
I guide her—fingers threading in her hair.
“Open wider for Daddy, Princess.”
The noises falling from Calil’s mouth indicate she listened like the best nasty girl I know her to be.
“That’s. A. Good. Fucking. Girl,” he grunts so vulgar that my dick jumps.
The bed rocks. My thighs tremble above her. Calil’s grip tightens. Lena cries out.
“Keep going. I’m so close. Fill me up,” she pled as if her life depended on this moment.
“After I paint every wall—get your fine ass up there and ride Zaria. I need to see every drop I left in you leak out and down her dick.”
That sends Lena over the edge as she cries out her pleasure and gushes all over Calil. Her body continues to writhe as he strokes deeper.
Calil follows close behind her release. Rocking into her with a roughness that sends Lena spiraling off the edge of bliss yet again.
“That’s right. Give it to Daddy. I earned every shiver I’m pulling from your body.”
“You’re so fucking nasty,” I belt out.
“Let me show you just how much. Gimme a kiss, Z Baby,” he commands.
I lean forward as his tongue slithers down my throat with surgical precision. The same currents racing across my body also race across his as his release comes hot and fast. He spills into Lena with reckless abandon.
I’m still aroused. Sill erect. Still hungry. Still pulsing with need.
I slide off Lena slowly, watching her chest rise and fall.
“Come here My Love,” I tell her softly. “Ride me. Show him how perfect you take me. Create a mess composed of the 3 of us.”
Her eyes darken.
She climbs over me without hesitation. I feel her love making with Calil dripping all over me and she tries to hold it in. Her body shutters as I rub the head of my shaft up and down her slippery folds. I grab her hips and pull her onto me in one fluid motion—burying myself in her warmth.
Calil steps closer as he continues to watch us. The warmth and wine on his lips as he leans in to kiss me is nothing short of intoxicating.
