Page 39 of Hard to Judge

“Fuck.” I breathe against her skin, and then I maneuver her back onto his length. This time, I feel his entry down her throat. “You feel that monster cock?”

She grunts and gurgles, twitching her hips.

I slip my hands down her front, tweaking her nipples as I go. Then I’m lifting her skirt, yanking down her thong, and revealing the milky skin of her full ass. “Just think of how it would feel inside your slick pussy.”

“Arlo, touch me, please,” Hailey whines, gasping for air and relief.

“Even with lube.” I spread her cheeks apart and stare at her puckered entrance. “He would tear this ass up.”

“Oh god,” she garbles around his cock.

“Fuck,” Hota moans. “Suck me, sunshine.”

Her head bobs ruthlessly on half his length while he works the base.

“Look how hot you’ve made him, siren.” I swipe my tongue over her dripping cunt to her puckered ass.

“Fuck. Fingers only,” Hota demands. His hips jerk as he nears the edge.

Hailey’s mouth and my taunting have pushed him there.

I stare him dead in the eyes and lick her again.

“Slow down,” Hota barks. Hailey doesn’t listen. My minx does the opposite, slurping and bouncing faster. Both Hota’s hands dive into her hair and pull her off him. “Both of you listen for shit.” His chest heaves. “She comes before I do, or you’re both in trouble.”

A thrill runs through me. Hailey purrs.

My girl is primed to blow. A couple of well-placed strokes and I’ll save us both, but I don’t know that I want to. I want her to come, of course, but after him. I need him to come apart.

“Suck him deep, siren.”

“Yes, Sir,” Hailey promises.

“You two aren’t listening.”

“Fuck my face and stop talking, Hota. Give me what we all want.” Hailey uses the slack in his grip and latches onto his tip.

Hota snarls, impaling her on his cock. “You want me to come. I hope you’re ready to drink me down.” His head strains for the stars, and his hips jack up off the chair.

The sounds they make fill the room with filth. Suctions. Gagging. Squelching. I fucking love it.

I slide two fingers inside my siren’s dripping heat and massage her inner wall. She jerks and bucks and moans. I spit on her ass and glide my thumb over her rippled asshole.

“Fuck. Oh. God.” Hota's head cants toward the ceiling. He pumps furiously for only a second before going rigid and spilling himself into Hailey.

“Don’t swallow,” I bark.

They both moan and fall apart, making the most erotic picture I’ve ever seen. Hailey’s cunt squeezes my fingers, and her ass pulses against my thumb. I drag every last contraction from her with measured strokes.

She goes limp, draped across Hota’s thighs, while he stares at me, looking dazed and as hot as I’ve ever seen him.

I shift close to the seat and stare at his mouth. “Open.” Hota’s perfect lips part, and I slip my siren-soaked fingers between them. “Clean them.”

He groans and does as he’s told. His tongue glides over my fingers, and I wish it was my cock. I’m painfully hard, almost strangled by my pants.

“Siren, give it to me.”

Hailey drags breaths through her nose as she pushes up from Hota’s thick thighs.

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