Page 13 of Last Summer
My hand tightens around the back of Danica’s neck, my thumb caressing the softness of her skin. It’s kind of pitiful how badly I want her. My cock is straining painfully against my zipper. Will she do a better job than the blow job Barbie here did?
One second she’s riding her friend's hand and then she’s being pushed to her knees by Abby. She lands with a thud, straddling my boot as her fingers fumble with my pants.
“That’s a good girl. Right, chat?” I say as I pet Danica’s soft hair.
I know what just happened is fucking terrible. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but truthfully, I am. I really fucking am. Especiallywhen Danica’s lithe fingers release my now throbbing length from my pants. Danica's warm mouth wraps around my cock and my head flings back, my hair falling against my upper neck as she takes me deep.Fuck, her mouth feels like heaven.
No teeth, just wetness and warmth as her tongue swirls around my shaft.
Abby pushes her friend’s head down on me, and I can feel her throat spasm as she tries to take my dick deeper.Such a good fucking girl.Saliva and snot come flying from her mouth when her friend pulls her back, and it’s sexy as fuck to see how I’m completely ruining this sweet little angel.
I smile behind the mask, and ask, “Do you like the taste of my dick, Angel?” Turning back to the chat, I ask the strangers behind the screen, “How else can I ruin our sweet little thing?”
The chat continues to move with speed, receiving suggestions that range from dirty to down right deviant, but it's Anonymous’ request that catches my attention.
Anonymous: Fuck them both. They like to share. Make them bleed… Make them scream. They deserve it.
Abby whispers, “What the fuck?”
But her concern is lost to the flurry of pleasure. Danica’s mouth is back on my throbbing member, and I reach out, ripping down Abby’s tank top so her tits are exposed.
“Touch your tits,” I demand as I fuck Danica’s face.
Abby complies. She twirls her nipples, moaning loudly. It’s fake as shit and clearly for the viewers to hear. Annoyance builds as I watch the little slut pretend. She’s putting on a fake as shit show. I don’t like that. Fueled by anger, I hold Danica’s head down on my cock. I watch as she struggles to breathe. Her nails dig into my skin and saliva pours from the side of her mouth.Good. I like when they fight. It’s what I’m known for on OF—consensual, non-consensual content. Before I finally release my hold and allow her to breath, I shove my cock deep down her throat one more time. Now those are real tears. I smack her face lightly with my sopping wet length after I remove my cock from her mouth, her own saliva and my precum painting her pinkened cheek. She sucks in a desperate breath.
I give her a minute to catch her breath before threading my fingers into her hair, ruining her braids further. I use my hold to turn her head towards Abby and demand, “Eat her cunt, you fucking slut.”
Once again the messages go wild as people cheer on Danica. They type and send more and more coins, all while I watch enraptured while stroking my length. Blondie pulls her tiny pink thong to the side and Danica dives in, her face covered by Abigail's cunt. She seems to actually start enjoying herself as she rides her friend’s face like a desperate slut, pinching and twisting her nipples as her moans turn to mewls. I wonder if Danica can taste my cum leaking from inside Abby’s cunt? I sure as shit hope so.
My boot angles up on her pussy, teasing her juicy lips. To my surprise, she greedily rolls her hips. She’s wet, making her slide against the leather with ease. She grinds down on my boot as she slurps her friend’s juices. The blood that splattered against my dark leather shoe mixes with her desire, covering Danica’s pussy in a mix of blood and slickness. She’s a fucking mess. It’s so fucking hot. I angle the camera closer so all the viewers at home can see what a dirty girl she is. The chat goes wild again, but we’re too engrossed in each other to care. The sound of payments flying into our accounts only makes this even more fucked up though.
My dick is desperate for attention. Watching them is hot, but I need a hole to fill. I rip Danica off Abigail’s cunt. Abby whines at the loss.
“Suck my cock again. You’re not allowed to come until you’ve swallowed every last drop of mine. Do you understand?” I ask Danica.
She nods, her pupils blown with lust. Her mouth returns to my length. Sucking and licking me with an eagerness that surprises me. Her hips continue to move, writhing against my boot as she sucks me off. Next to us, Blondie has her fingers inside her own cunt, finger fucking herself while watching us. I shove in deeply, and Danica whines.
“That’s it, scream around my cock,” I egg Danica on while shoving my length even further down her tight throat. “Show everyone watching what a desperate and fucked up little slut you are—coming all over my bloodied boot.”
She moans at my degradation. That’s the thing—girls all act like they want to be treated like a princess, but in the bedroom, they want to be talked to like whores. I’m happy to oblige.
“Use your hand to make your best friend come, but don’t you dare stop blowing me, bitch,” I growl as I move her fingers up to Abby’s dripping folds.
Danica skillfully slides her fingers inside her friend’s pussy next to Abby’s. They find a rhythm together almost instantly. It’s as if they’ve done this a million times.
“That’s it, babe, just like that,” Abigail moans as she moves against both their fingers.
Watching them is so hot. Such desperate and deviant whores. I feel my balls tingle as my release nears. I won’t last long. I point my toe up more, angling my foot so Danica moans in delight.
“Make us both come, and then you can cream on my shoe, little slut,” I demand as I rut into her face.
“I’m so close, babe, don’t stop,” Abby whines as her hips stutter and her hand moves faster.
My balls draw up. I can’t hold back anymore. I grab Danica by the back of the head, pushing her down as far as she can go. She hits my leg as though she can’t breathe but I don’t fucking care. My release hits me like a fucking freight train, and I explode down her throat with a roar, the mask nearly slipping from my face. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me like fire through my fucking veins.
“Holy shit!” Abby shrieks beside me as she also finishes. Her needy cries of ecstasy force a final spurt from the edge of my cock down Danica’s throat.
I finally pull out, letting the poor girl breathe. I stare down at her as she grinds against my bloodied boot, desperately trying to reach her own ecstasy.
