Fill me twice

I should really answer him so I took his cock out of my mouth.

“I fucking love it, Aaron.” In response, I buck my ass backwards against the thrusting erection and start licking under the cock in my hand with my tongue. It tastes salty, sweaty, hard. My tongue laths the shaft to the head, flicks itself in that sensitive spot at the base, and then my mouth opens again to feed.

tumblr_ne8hguFWpq1qkv971o1_500Behind me, the Man Whose Name I Forgot, continues his stroking, his hand grips my ass, squeezes my cheek, kneads it, massages it. His other hand is grabbing my hair, pulling gently, allowing me enough leverage to suck. His dick feels like what being fucked by a baseball bat would probably feel like, although I wouldn’t know but maybe. Between that and Aaron’s cock filling my mouth, I appear to be the center of attention and in quite a lovely predicament.

The Name I Forgot’s hand slaps my ass almost as a sign that he wants me to suck Aaron harder. Friends looking out for friends I suppose. I look up and see that Aaron’s head is thrown back, his eyes closed, his bottom lip quivering – he seems oblivious to what is being done to my pussy. Nameless Man is speeding up, his velvety hardness ramming itself into me repeatedly. My moans are being muted by Aaron’s cock. Through rivulets of my long hair, I can see Aaron’s shaved balls and with my hand, I release his cock and grip them, my mouth still continuing to work his needy shaft. I develop quite a rhythm and I gently tug and roll his shaven balls for effect. He reacts by moaning and lifting his body slightly into the air.