Page 60 of Silver Fox Daddies

I reach out as far as my arm can go. “Bring it here.”

“Is something the matter, sweetheart?” Bishop smirks, his eyes knowing.

“I want to feel…” Pleasure wraps around my brain, muddling up all of the words. I can’t finish the sentence. All I can do is cry in response to how great everything feels, and keep my back arched to fit as much of Cash inside as possible.

Bishop takes off from the chair and brings his dick in line with my eyes. Fuck, he’s so hard, his length measuring similar to the other two…perhaps an inch or two greater.

Instinctively, I grab his dick and moan. It’s as hard as steel.

I shuffle my ass a little further down to come up into a kind of seated position. Then, I take him into my mouth.

“Melissa.”

My name on his lips makes me see stars.

“You are a fucking vision.”

I wrap my tongue around him, impressed with his size, and Cash continues thrusting into me as this is all going on, tripling my pleasure.

Then, a familiar dick appears, one embellished with a silver piercing.

Again?

I turn around as much as my neck allows me to, to see Diesel’s features turn dark. He lowers his dick and starts hitting it against my breasts, mesmerized every time they recoil.

“You’re hard again?”

“That’s the effect you have on me, darling.”

I turn back to Cash and pleasure myself even more by watching his face. His features crumple up, eyebrows drawn together as he focuses on chasing his orgasm.

It only elevates my own, impending release.

I scream out. The entire weight of the world feels like it’s resting on my pussy.

“That’s a good girl. Scream for us. Let us know how good it feels,” says Bishop. He joins Diesel at my breasts, running his dick up and down the swell.

“I could bury myself inside your cunt forever,” says Cash, his thrusting becoming more erratic.

He pounds against that sweet spot more intensely than before. The feeling too great, I shut my eyes and feel like I’m riding through outer space, weaving between different galaxies. Nothing else matters. The world doesn’t exist outside of the tattoo parlor. It’s just me and Cash and Bishop and Diesel. We’rethe only people on earth. All I hear is their harmonizing moans and my own deep breaths.

Hot liquid spills inside of me as Cash plants his seed. He withdraws, leaving a trail of it behind that I feel obliged to taste. I scoop a bit up from the table and place it on my tongue, reveling in the sweet taste.

I look up to find all three of them staring at me in awe.

“She’s going to be the end of me,” I hear one of them say. I can’t work out who. They’ve fucked my vision away. I can’t see straight anymore.

The only thing my eyes can focus on is their dicks.

And now it’s Bishop’s turn to finish me off.

“You don’t know how long I have waited for this moment,” he says, lifting up my legs. They come to rest over my chest. I’m balled up on my back in one of my favorite yoga positions.

Bishop spreads my legs and drinks in the sight of my pussy, massaging his dick. “Look at your pretty pink pussy, dripping wet with our cum.” He brings his finger to my center to twist my clit.

I squeal.

“Good girl.”

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