"Ahh…" I moaned as Emily stroked my dick, her fingers gliding over me with a touch that was soft but electric, sending little shocks up my spine.
Her grip was firm yet gentle, teasing me just right, and I could feel every nerve lighting up under her hand.
She tilted her head toward her husband, who sat there, his hand already grazing over his own dick, stroking slow like he couldn't help himself. She flashed him a smile—wide, smug, dripping with satisfaction—like she was showing off how much she was loving this, loving me in her hands.
Then she leaned down, her dark hair falling forward as she took my dick into her mouth.
"Ahhh… baby…" I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the warmth of her enveloped me, wet and hot, pulling me in deep. My hand moved on instinct, brushing through her hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as her mouth worked me over. Her lips slid down my heated shaft, slick and tight, and she swirled her tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive spot that made my whole body tense.
"Ohh fuck yeah… Emily…" I moaned, the words spilling out as the pleasure hit hard.
It felt so damn good, her blowjob smooth and practiced, like she knew exactly what she was doing. She sucked me all the way in, her mouth stretching around me, then pulled back slow, letting her tongue drag along the underside.
My head tipped back, a low groan rumbling out as she switched it up—opening her mouth wide and sucking from the side, licking my dick like it was a lollipop, her tongue flicking over me in long, wet strokes.
"Ahhh yeahhh…" I moaned louder, my hips twitching up toward her as the sensation built.
My dick started pulsing, twitching hard in her mouth, the pressure coiling tight in my gut—I was close, so damn close.
She took me deeper again, the *gwak, gwak* sound filling the air as she bobbed her head, sloppy and relentless, her spit mixing with my precum, dripping down my shaft.
Her hand slid lower, rubbing my balls, rolling them gentle but firm in her palm as she kept sucking, her mouth and fingers working me in sync.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum…" I groaned, my voice rough, my hand tightening in her hair as she pushed me right to the edge, her wet heat driving me wild.
She hummed against me, the vibration buzzing through my dick, and glanced up at me with those sultry eyes, daring me to let go while her husband watched, his own hand moving faster now, For origınal chapters go to novel-fire.net
The heat was building fast, coiling tight inside my hardened dick as Emily worked me over.
"Ahh… I'm about to cum… ahh…" I moaned, my voice shaking as the pressure hit its peak.
She didn't hold back, sucking me deep with no restraint, her lips locked around me while her hand massaged my balls, rolling them in her palm like she was coaxing it all out. My hips twitched, chasing her mouth, the wet heat driving me wild.
Her husband sat there, his strokes picking up speed now, his hand moving over his own dick as he watched, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.
Afa leaned against the edge of the couch-bed, fully naked, smirking at the whole twisted show unfolding in front of her.
"Look at you all," she teased, her voice light but edged with amusement. "Having the time of your lives, huh?"
"Ahhh… I am…" I started, my words cutting off as I grabbed Emily's head with both hands, fingers digging into her hair.
I pushed my dick deep into her throat, holding her there.
"Fuck…!!!" I groaned loud as the orgasm slammed into me, a hot rush spilling out as I released all my semen inside her mouth, pulse after pulse flooding her.
Emily's eyes widened, a little shock flashing in them, but I kept her head still, my grip firm as I rode it out.
"Ahh… so good… ahhh…" I shivered, my whole body trembling in the aftermath, little jolts sparking through me as I caught my breath.
Slowly, she pulled back, her lips sliding off me with a wet pop, my dick springing free. Saliva and thick ropes of my cum dripped from it, glistening under the club lights as she sat up.
Emily's mouth was still full, her cheeks puffed slightly as she held my load of cum in her mouth.
She turned her head to her husband, locking eyes with him, and tilted her chin up slow, dramatic, like she was putting on a show.
With a deliberate gulp, she swallowed it all down, her throat working as it slid past, just to rub it in his face.
"So fucking good…" she said, her voice low and commanding, a tease aimed straight at him. "And so much quantity—unlike someone I know." She shot him a look, serious and sharp, before turning back to me with a warm, sly smile.
"Did you enjoy my taste?" I asked, grinning as I reached for her, pulling her close into my arms.
I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips, the mix of her spit and my cum still lingering.
"I loved it," she murmured against my mouth, her hands sliding up my chest as she pressed herself into me.
Our bodies molded together on the couch-bed, her curves fitting against me like a puzzle piece. She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking me in tight, her fingers threading through my hair as she kept kissing me, deep and slow, her tongue flicking against mine.
"You enjoying too much...ready to show the main main dish to your husband" I teased, breaking the kiss for a sec to catch her eye, my hands roaming down her back, squeezing her ass.
"Always has been," she replied, giggling softly before diving back in, her lips hungry as she held my head, keeping me close, the two of us tangled up while her husband and Afa watched from their own little corners of the chaos.