Now I wasreallyhard. The sight of Cassie on the counter in the darkened room, thighs spread, Vigo sucking cream from her tits was enough to make me want a turn with the silver canister.
Vigo lifted his head.
“Help me get her pants off,” he told Hawk.
“We can’t…” Cassie said. “The windows…”
“It’s dark,” I said from the other side of the counter. “I can barely see you from here. No one can see from outside.”
Hawk stepped forward and tag-teamed Cassie’s jeans with Vigo, working the denim off her hips and pulling them off her legs, tossing them aside.
I hopped up on the counter to get a better view and swung my legs over the other side.
Now Cassie was just a couple feet away from me, her luscious tits still covered in cream, spilling out over the fabric of her crumpled T-shirt and bra.
I unzipped my jeans to relieve the pressure on my dick and sighed with relief.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Vigo said, wedging himself between Cassie’s thighs. “I want to see this pussy when I eat it.”
He pressed the silver canister against Cassie’s cunt and she gasped in shock.
“Cold, huh?” Vigo grinned. “I’m surprised you don’t melt what’s inside with this sweet little cunt, mouse.”
He tucked the canister under one arm and hooked his hands behind her knees to pull her to the edge of the counter. Then he sprayed whipped cream right onto her pussy.
“Don’t bogart the whipped cream,” Hawk said.
“Don’t worry,” Vigo said. “There are a bunch of them in the fridge. Plenty to go around.”
He bent over and buried his face between Cassie’s thighs and Cassie let out a long, low moan.
She leaned back on the counter, bracing herself on her forearms, and watched as Vigo went at her pussy like a starving dog, lapping up the whipped cream while Cassie rocked her hips on his face.
When he’d cleaned her up he straightened and sprayed again.
The cream covered the pink folds of Cassie’s pussy.
“Come on, losers.” Vigo said. “Get in here. Have a taste.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Hawk took Vigo’s place and pushed Cassie’s thighs wider. “Let’s spread you open, get you ready for us.”
He stretched her pussy wide, bent his head, licked his way through the cream.
Cassie groaned. “Oh my god…”
He pushed his fingers inside her, then sucked on her clit.
Watching him bury his fingers inside her made me hot as fuck, and I shifted on the counter, already looking forward to my turn with the whipped cream.
“What are you…” Cassie rocked her hips against Hawk’s face, her gaze tracking Vigo as he ransacked the supplies behind the counter. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing what else we have to play with, mouse.”
“You better get in here,” Hawk told me, lifting his head. Whipped cream covered his lips and jaw. “She’s ready to come.”
I hopped off the counter and took his place between Cassie’s thighs, pulled out my dick, then grabbed the canister from his hand.
“Open your mouth, mouse.”
