“Ride this dick for me.” He said, calling me by my first name.
I put both my feet in the couch cushions and then rode his dick.
“Nah, spread your legs.” He demanded.
I kept my knees outward as I rode his dick slowly and he massaged my clit.
“You ride this shit so good. Make this dick nut for you.” He gritted.
He leaned forward and started sucking my breast while holding my ass to keep me in place as he grinded into me.
“Damn A, I’m about to cum.” I cooed. The feeling of my bare pussy bottomed out, and grinding over his skin had gotten me where I needed to be quickly.
“Nah,” he said, letting go of my nipple for a second before latching back on to it.
He slapped my ass so hard, and then he held me close to his body and ground harder and went deeper.
I don’t know what he wanted me to wait for, but I said to hell with it, and I came.
My release triggered him. He pulled me from him while I was still cumming, making me whine as cum sprayed from his dick and all over his stomach.
He rose while still holding me, then stood me on the floor and went into the bathroom to wipe himself off. I went over, grabbed a towel, and wiped my mouth.
Solo came over to me and didn’t give me a chance to rest before he pulled me in the direction of the bed.
“Lay down, Shorty.” He said as he stroked his dick.
“How you want me to?” I asked.
He grinned at me and said, “Get on your knees.”
I got on my knees in front of him, and I didn’t feel him pressing at my entrance. Instead, he was on his knees on the side of the bed, alternating between licking my pussy and my asshole. I moaned as I shook my ass on his face, making him rise with a chuckle.
He pressed himself at my entrance, and I felt a pressure at the same time on my asshole. I could feel his finger sliding into my ass, making me both tense up and groan.
“Relax.” He repeated through strokes, easing more of his finger into my ass.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight.” He moaned as he stroked in and out of me.
The curve of his dick was hitting all the right spots because I kept having the overwhelming feeling that I was about to pee. But I knew better; I knew what it was.
He slapped my ass hard.
A came deeper into the room, and he appeared at my side. His dick was hard at the sight of me being fucked.
“Come here, A.” I moaned.
I reached for his hand and pulled him into the center of the bed. He was on his knees looking down at me, kissing over the base and head of his dick.
I took him into my mouth.
The orgasm I had been in denial of happened as soon as they both started talking me through it.
Solo was behind me, saying, “Throw this pussy back at me, this shit so good, you gone make this dick nut, grip that dick.”
And Big A had his hand wrapped underneath my neck, thrusting in and out of my mouth, saying, “You suck that shit so good, baby. Keep going. Get that nut.”
It was the best of both worlds, but when Solo pulled my hair and slapped my ass like Will Smith did Chris Rock and told me, “You got my dick so wet, wet it up for me.” And when I obliged his request, he gripped my butt cheek. He said, “Just like that, give me all that shit.” I felt like I came so hard that I felt like I went blind and deaf. I almost collapsed, and my arms were shaking, but them niggas still didn’t turn me loose.
