Page 64 of Single Girl Rules #ThreeHeadedMonster

Chad leaned forward to watch.

I pulled back and licked Big Mike from his balls all the way to the tip. And then I jammed him into my cheek a few times.

“Ten seconds…”

“Fuck, come on!” yelled Chad.

But I knew what he really wanted.

I picked up the pace, but not too much.

“Three, two, one. That’s time,” said Jack.

I pulled my lips off of Big Mike and wiped my mouth. “I’m so sorry, babe. I thought I could get him.”

Chad leaned back and let out a huge sigh. “Can’t she have another minute?”

“Sorry,” said Jack. “But rules are rules.”

I stood up and kept stroking Big Mike. “I can’t believe you didn’t cum. You’re so bad!”

Big Mike shrugged. “I mean…there was a pretty good incentive not to.” He grabbed my hips and tossed me onto the bed. The silky sheets felt so nice on my bare ass.

I spread my legs and looked up at him.

“Nope,” said Chad. “No way. This isn’t happening.” He stood up and started to walk over to us.

“Babe,” I said. “I just jammed that huge cock down my throat to get you into the Gryphon Club. It would be such a waste to stop now.” And I’d been teased all night by all the huge cocks I’d seen. I desperately needed one of them inside of me.

“I don’t care. Come on, let’s go.” He put out his hand for me.

He was really putting on a good show. But I knew what he really wanted. “I won’t let you quit on your dreams.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m gonna fuck Big Mike. Whether you stay or not.”

“You might as well stick around to make sure nothing inappropriate happens,” said Jack.

“Nothing inappropriate?” asked Chad. “He’s about to fuck her!”

Jack shrugged. “Fair point. But hey, if you stay, you’ll be in charge. You can even pick the first position.”

“I’m not gonna do that.”

“I’ll give you a little time to think,” said Mike. And then he knelt in front of the bed and buried his face between my legs.

Oh God, yes. I had to grip the sheets to keep from moaning as his tongue swirled around me.

“What the fuck is he doing?” asked Chad.

“It looks like he’s eating her pussy,” said Jack. “Actually, eating may not be a strong enough word. It’s more like feasting.”

He wasn’t wrong. Big Mike’s tongue was so deep inside of me. And his lips kept brushing against my clit. Each movement brought me closer to the edge.

“I can see that,” said Chad.

I locked eyes with Jack. Did he remember feasting on me just like this last weekend?

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