Asch lets out another quiet, strangled sound, and I can only guess that it means Blaze found his prostate. “I’m not… I can’t… Oh, god, fuck, shit.” He groans. “Between the two of you… Hurry up, Blaze.”
I definitely want somebody in my cunt at some point, but from the way his balls are tightening up, he’s not going to last long.
I let my hand drop down to his balls and give them a quick stroke. Asch moans.
Then I give them a small, very light, playful pinch.
Asch yelps, jerking against my touch. “Pandora!”
That’s definitely not a cry of pleasure.
I can’t imagine why not.
Blaze chuckles. “Do that again, Pandora. It made him tighten up so fucking good.”
“Don’t you dare,” Asch growls.
“I think he definitely should,” River says. His strokes are speeding up, just like his breathing, and I can tell he’s not far away from his own climax.
It’s really, really hard to concentrate. I alternate between stroking and pinching Asch’s balls, and his poor cock can’t decide if it wants to stay hard or grow soft in my mouth.
Mostly, stay hard.
Blaze’s strokes pick up in speed, and he shoves Asch’s cock into my mouth over and over, breaching my throat with each one.
Asch is groaning, gripping my hair to hold me steady as he and River use me.
River is the first to tip over the edge, and he cries out a split second before his cum spills into me. He stays inside, thrusting his hips a few more times, and it isn’t until he starts to soften that he slips out with another groan. He kisses the back of my neck, leaning over so he can fondle my breast.
“Blaze,” Asch groans. “Hurry… hurry up.”
“Yeah. Fuck, Asch,” Blaze says, and he kisses the back of Asch’s neck.
That almost makesmecome.
Blaze’s eye screws up, and his lips part. Seconds later, he lets out a long, low groan. Asch’s body shudders, his thighs practically vibrating.
I pull off Asch’s cock. My throat is ridiculously sore, and it takes me a few tries to say, “Need… need you, Asch. Fill me.”
“I don’t know. Youdidkeep pinching my fucking balls,” Asch jokes.
At least, he’d better be joking.
Blaze pulls out of him, and Asch nearly collapses.
“C’mere,” he says, lying down on the couch and patting his lap. “I want to see you bounce on my cock.”
He wants me to move? Now?
I laugh and glance at River and Blaze. “Will one of you give me a hand?”
Blaze slides down onto the couch. His cock is covered in cum, and he gives me an incredulous look.
His eyepatch has slipped a bit, and I see a hint of red skin.
“You expect me to do any work?” Blaze grumbles. “I’m fucking exhausted.”
I flip him off, then try to lift myself off the arm of the couch. River, unlike Blaze, is enough of a gentleman to help steady me.
