I don’t know what to say or do, or say. Feeling myself flushing all the way down my throat, I awkwardly mumble, “Hi.”
“Hi back, Lily darling.” His lips press against my knee, sending shivers along my limbs. Spreading my legs apart, he brings his face to their apex and flicks his tongue.
Oh,fuck.
“She has such a lovely pussy, doesn’t she?” Cross says, reminding me that we have an audience.
I have strangers’ hands on my breasts, my thighs, my stomach, and cocks in my hands, that I’m absentmindedly pumping.
And I’m wet.Drenched, in fact.
Who even am I?
Nate lifts my legs up, making me lean back against the bench. With better access to me, he pushes his tongue into me, dragging it against my folds.
I let out a moan, and no sooner have I parted my lips that another stranger’s cock is pressed against them.
Do I know this guy’s name? I’ve seen him around, I think, though he still has his helmet on. He’s tall, black, and has an uncommonly straight cock—thick and large.
My insides tighten as I imagine what that cock could do to me. I open wider, tilting my head back to let him in.
“Fucking hell. She doesn’t have a gag reflex!” he groans.
Enthused, I move my head up to his pelvis, and withdraw, nice and slow.
“Marry me,” the stranger says, and I chuckle around his cock.
The rest of the guy find him just as amusing. Especially when he comes in my throat within instants.
Then Nate sucks my clit and it’s my turn to whine, though at least, I utter no proposal.
Another stranger steps above me on the bench, presenting his cock, and tendrils of arousal warm me all over.
I flick my tongue at the tip.
This is…fun. Good. If I can stop thinking and just feel, I’m enjoying myself. Quite a bit, in fact.
I glace aside, my gaze falling on Hector Cross, who grasps his cock firmly as he watches his friend.
It occurs to me that this moment might just define my future desires. How am I supposed to ever content myself with some guy whose idea of sex is missionary or doggy-style in the dark for five minutes, when I’ve been the center of attention like this?
Not to mention that Nate seems to suck pussy like it’s ice cream. My core is on fire, my hips moving of their own volition up and down his mouth.
Someone I don’t see steps over me, behind the guy in my mouth, and presses his cock between my tits, holding them firmly as he drags the warm, heavy member back and forth.
That’s it. I can’t take any more. I come, screaming around the shaft in my mouth.
Nate laughs, sounding far too satisfied. “And that, gentlemen, is how it’s done!”
Our audience claps while my pussy clenches, needy, wanting more.
“My turn,” some guy says.
I don’t see who takes his place. Not only is a stranger’s head between my thighs, but I don’t even know what he looks like.It doesn’t matter. Nothing does beyond the pleasure I give and receive nonstop.
The man sucking me adds his fingers to his tongue, and if my mouth wasn’t otherwise engaged, I’d beg for his cock instead.
My hands are still full of cocks when the man in my throat withdraws, aiming his cock at my face just before he comes.
