Page 228 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Shit,” Wyatt curses, and I manage to open my eyes just enough to see him catch Kenzie as her shaking legs finally buckle.

He helps her so she can pull her mouth off my length.

Just the sight of her opening her mouth so I see some of my cum pooling there makes me want to kiss her.

Wyatt beats me to it.

He has her head turned enough so he can smother her with his lips, his tongue diving in before he seals her lips entirely to stop her from attempting to oppose what he wants.

It’s honestly the hottest thing I’ve witnessed and maybe why I’m stroking myself again as if Andrews’ mouth wasn’t enough to satisfy me.

It was more than enough, but now I need more.

When they’re gasping for air, their tongues part to show the last bit of cum that joins their tongues together before Wyatt gives her one final kiss on her swollen lips.

“Fucking delicious,” he breathes. “Now he has to taste us.”

Wyatt easily has her up in his arms, her legs spread like he’s ready to pound into her all over again, but he holds her like an offering.

That I’m ready to devour.

There are no words that need to be exchanged.

I simply lean forward as my eyes enjoy the wet sight of her pussy matched with the locker room lighting. There’s no point in trying to be tender in my execution.

I dive right in.

“Ah,” Kenzie’s gasp only encourages me now that I can hear her feminine moan.

“Thrust your tongue right in there, Oscar,” Wyatt encourages. “Make her wet all over again.”

That’s exactly what I want to do as I not only lick and suck, but I’m soon thrusting my tongue inside out of her until she’s squirming and begging for release.

“Oscar… ah… please… please, please!”

“Louder, baby. He needs to hear you beg.”

Being quiet is long fucking gone.

“Please, Oscar!” she begs. “Make me cum. Please!”

I can’t refuse her.

I want to enjoy the sight of her coming undone.

So, I give her what she wants until she’s crying out in ecstasy.

“AH!”

Wyatt holds her like it’s been his life purpose to carry this queen as she quivers through her climax. Watching her shudder from my tongue like that makes me want to fuck her now.

It would be so easy.

Just let Wyatt lower her onto my cock that I’m still stroking quickly. I want to keep to my word, but once again, Andrews’ tempting being is too much for my moral constraints.

The door to the locker room creaks open, leaving the three of us to freeze before a voice calls out.

“Yo, Wyatt. Are Armani and Andrews almost done?”

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