“Harley, you made me come.” He collapsed on my back, his cum warm inside of me. He held my hips down from behind and emptied every drop.
My eyes rolled back, and a low hum filled my chest, vibrating against Christian’s tip. I was full of Soul’s cum because I earned it. I made him come for me, and Christian was next.
I wanted to see Rico. Needed him too. But I couldn’t hold my head up for more than a second to see where he was.
My slurping sounds joined Soul’s erratic breathing. He hadn’t moved since he came and I didn’t want him to.
“Fuck, I feel it coming,” Christian moaned. He tangled his hands in my hair, holding my head still.
My tongue. My chin. My lips. His cum was everywhere, spilling out of him in rivulets.
Salty.
Warm.
Mine.
Christian freed my hair, but I didn’t go far.
I rested my head on his thigh with Soul still on my back and his cum still on my tongue.
That’s when I noticed Rico on his knees, his face level with mine and his eyes burning with lust and desperation.
“Kiss me,” he pleaded. “I just want to taste him on you.”
Oh, Rico.
I wanted to whisper the words, but I kissed him instead, letting him lick Christian’s cum out of my mouth and wring me of the waning energy I had left.
I fell asleep sandwiched between Soul and Christian, with Rico back on his feet and standing in front of us.
The last thought I had was how hard his dick was against his thigh.
He hadn’t come.
Yawning, I vowed I wasn’t done with him yet. I just needed to shut my eyes for a second.
Harlow’s Fuck-It List
Have an orgasm from oral ??
Make out until I come ?
More dry humping ?