The Devil's Fruit: Tuesday🍒

My face was deep between her legs when you walked in. She tapped my head to alert me that things had shifted. I raised my eyes to see her surprised look, and kept licking her pussy to watch her expressions change. When I put my fingers inside her, her head fell back and she began to moan, "Don't you fucking stop. I'm going to cum in your mouth!" While my tongue pulled and flicked her tiny clit, my fingers found her G-Spot, and she began to sing louder for me. 

"Don't stop on my account", the voice from behind me said into a disheveled bedroom darkened by dusk and low lights. " She likes it when you choke her too", said the voice. By the time the physical body flanked my left side, I knew you were joining. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched you take your clothes off with slow purpose. I kept her singing until your arrival. Even in the dimmed lightroom, your cock was impressive. Hard. Bent a bit towards the left. She didn't hesitate to take you into her mouth, trying to stifle her moans, I assumed. 

 "Sucking her clit then, slap it while she cums. Shell squirt hard," you said with full confidence and cool. I did as you asked, and she performed. Like you depicted. You leaned over her body, placing your hands on either side of her body with the intent to lean into my face. Your hips moved with precision, dipping your fat cock into and out of her mouth. Your 1,000-mile stare into my soul told me to brace myself for something filthy. " Look at me while you eat her pussy and do exactly as I say." No complaints here. I simply nodded in compliance. "Make her cum. Don't stop fucking her tight little pussy. When she cums, move out of the way, okay?" You were so confident and commanding, I couldn't say no. I did as you requested. When she climaxed, her back arched, I moved my face, you slapped her pussy really hard, and she came again, but much louder while you choked her with your cock. She gripped my fingers right while she came, much like you said she would. 

 

 "Don't stop looking at me", you said with authority. Fucking her deep in her throat, she choked and moaned loudly in pleasure. Your face changed from demanding to wanting to cum so many times. I got lost in your journey to orgasm. "Play with her pussy and don't stop until I tell you." So sultry. I couldn't help myself. I played with my misses while eating her pussy...while watching you deep throat her was the sight of the century. Before I could speak, you managed to let out, "Fuck! Your mouth feels so good on my dick. You are such a good girl. Don't stop sucking my dick, please, don't stop sucking my dick. God, you feel so good, baby." I could not keep it together after that announcement. Surprisingly, we all came at the same time, hearing you overtop of her orgasm light up my whole pussy. I was wetter than Georgia asphalt in the middle of summer rain. The way you jumped up, straddled her hips to pull me up from the end of the bed was superhero-like. The amount of strength that went into one movement was impressive. You picked me up and spun me around to lie on top of her like a present. When you got behind me, I didn't know what to think. There was a moment when I saw her face, calm, excited, overjoyed, hungover a bit. I wanted to kiss those pouty lips of yours to smooth the ride she was on. As I bent over, you put your fat cock inside me and slapped my ass. I gasped into her face and kissed her wildly, not knowing his fingers were deep inside her. "Tell her to look at me or I'll stop fucking you. " She heard you, stopped kissing me, and spoke her first words since it all began,' I'm going to fucking cum!" to which you replied, "Oh yeah?" You then pulled your dick out of me and into her, saying, "Now you can cum because I said so, isn't that right, my pet?" What came out of her mouth then was primal and biblical. 

 "How are my girls doing?" you asked wickedly through questionable grins and looks over your shoulder. Giggling was all we could do in the moment of bliss. Lying there recounting our evening in a dark room lit up by stars and moonlight, listening to music too distant to make out what exactly, on a disheveled bed made of sweat and desire.