Page 36 of Hunted, Season Three

From the way his tongue wildly whips, refusing to be tame or temperate, to the fact his whole face moves as his mouth does, spreading juices around and around and around, it’s impossible not to note the differences.

How they reflect their personalities.

Leaning on the forearm of my injured wrist prevents pain from arising but also presents me with the leverage needed to slightly lift my hips.

Roll into his waggles.

Flex my foot into Kid’s accelerating grinding.

“How do you always feel so fucking good, baby?”rumbles my younger man while his dark locks are being tugged to the same incessant speed of Sir’s tongue.“How the fuck am I supposed to wait to come?”

Mutt decides to remove his mouth to answer.“Control.” One teasing tongue tap is followed by them swapping places again.“Same shit I gotta have to not immediately come in you.”

Flattered clamors add heavenly vibrations to Kid’s long, stabile strokes that dive deeper than his counterpart’s.

That stiffen harder.

That call to me to ride it like it’s his cock at the same time his cock is thrusting against me.

Smearing precum on my heel.

The edge of my foot.

Coating the skin as though attempting to coax me into coming sooner rather than later.

Watching me fuck Kid’s face undeniably amps up Nolan’s efforts on his side.

Has him splitting my biggest toes apart.

Ramming whatever he can fit of his drenched dick between them.

Grunting.

Groaning.

Grunting again and again and again until he can’t stand not being the one with his face buried and has to rectify the situation.

Our carnal cycle of covering each other in spit and wetness and cum ceaselessly continues between symphonies of moans and groans and huffs alongside the spilling of tiny candy and crunching of cookies.

The messes on my feet and the wreckage around theirs are comparable as is the arching of our backs.

Our struggles to breath.

Our perpetual shuddering that grows and grows and grows.

That has my spread legs desperately dying to close.

To clamp down around whoever’s face just so happens to be there at the moment.

Keeping my eyes open during the building ecstasy isn’t wanted nor needed nor required to enjoy whose tongue my sopping wet muscles are sucking in deeper and deeper.“Yesss!” I cry out, head tipped to the ceiling.“Yesss!” The hand that was once knotted in Mutt’s hair tangles in my own.“I’m coming!”

“Metoometoometoo,” The Kid tries to concur from his smothered position.

“Fuck,” barks Nolan through what sounds like gritted teeth.

Together, the three of us fall apart in a series of crazed, sharp bursts, cum being splattered on Kipp’s tongue and both my feet alike.Being bedraggled in the sweltering thickness receives whimpers of approval, while having Sir swipe away a finger full and drag it across my eagerly extended tongue prompts a second round of orgasmic shivers to run up my spine.

“You’re such a pretty, little whore covered in cum and frosting,” purrs Mutt prior to collecting another thick drop from my feet to feed to our open mouth partner the instant his face is free.“And you’re my favorite filthy fuck covered in her,” he slowly smudges the white mess across Kid’s lips as well as his tongue,“and now me…”

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