Page 21 of SummerTime Madness
Her blue eyes shimmer when she turns to me and says. “Evolution.”
My dick tents my pants, and fuck, the coldness and certainty in her demeanor is enough to make me cum in my pants.
But I don’t.
Instead,I use my body to squish her up against Chase. My free hand moves to cup the back of his head. Using my thumb, I rub his ear as he moves into my touch.
“Truth or fuck?” Chase asks Cordelia but I reply.
I don’t want to ask questions.
I want to fuck her senseless.
It’s been too long since I’ve slipped inside her... Since we have synced perfectly into one being. What’s a better way to show my plants about presence and connecting than this?
Over Cordelia, I pull Chase towards me and kiss his lips. My tongue moves inside his mouth as she arches her ass into my dick, grinding on me as Chase cups her tits. We all moan together, low and guttural.
Needy.
I swear even the plants watch us, moving with us. The stalks swayed. Not from the wind, but from her breath.
Gravitating towards the Queen, Chase breaks our kiss, then tucks his head and kisses Cordy on the lips. While they make out, I kneel behind her, spreading her lower half open and angling my face between her legs. My little poisonous snake isn’t wearing any panties.
Watching her pussy weep, glistening from her arousal, before my tongue flattens out on it, licking up as much of her nectar as I can. My hand digs into her thick thighs, my thumb caressing the three stretch marks that sit on her sides as I flick my tongue. Brushing against the sensitive bud, she grinds down into my mouth as her moans areswallowed by Chase. Her hand moves between them as she helps Chase release his cock, and I smile against her pussy lips–it didn't take much convincing–blackmailing.
But it never does with us, we are each other's drug.
Kryptonite.
Sickness.
It really depends on how you look at it. I drag my tongue between her lips, sucking in her wetness before twirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves. My fingers move inside her; two at first but the third makes her cum.
And I feast on it, my fingers and tongue moving in rhythm as I devour her. Once she orgasms at least twice in my mouth, I bring my tongue up and between her cheeks before lapping her puckered hole.
“Fuck,” she moans, pulling away from Chase and tossing her arm behind me. Tugging me by my hair she places my face in front of Chase's thick and long cock.
My tongue darts out, licking the small amount of pre-cum leaking from the tip. I look at them as I close my mouth around the tip. She tugs my hair again, pushing my head back–a silent demand, one that I obey without hesitation.
Opening my mouth, I wait for her to spit to fall into my waiting tongue.
His spit.
Our spit.
And I swallow it.
“Good boy,” she purrs before she pushes my head back onto his cock, slamming him down my throat–my throat tightening around him.
“Fuck, Tate,” Chase moans, his hips rocking against my face while my Queen holds me still, choking on my best friend’s cock. My fingers trail up her legs until I reach her cunt.
They both gag me and I choke, coughing up spit and snot. I hold my head in place as he thrusts into my throat. I usually don’t suck cock, but when I do, Chase takes full advantage. My fingers curl inside her as she rides my hand.
“More,” she breathes. “More.”
With that, she pulls my head back and looks down at me. “Fuck him as he fucks me.”
“No, I make the rules. You take both of us.”
