The blindfolded taste of lust-3

He does. He jerks him sloppily. It makes sloppy noises.

“Who are you going to make cum first?”

He’s going to swallow cum.

“Wait, I want to suck them both one last time.”

The other cock pops out of the darkness against his mouth.He grabs it and runs his mouth from one to the other. Slowly, very slowly he sucks on each one. One last taste, last feel of them before they unload in his mouth.

“Are they both ready?” he asks.

“I think so, honey. Are you?”

He breathes in. “Yes I am.” He says it peacefully.

“Good. Back up a bit” she says, “and open your mouth. He’s going to jerk himself until he cums.”

He takes his own cock in his hand and slowly strokes it. It’s completely hard, his ball are tight, aching, almost, from the built up desire. He can’t see the man he knows is in front of him, but he hears him breathing heavily, he hears the sloppy sounds of his hand stroking his uncut cock wet with saliva.

“I think he’s ready to cum, honey. Are you ready for a mouthful?”

“Yessssss. Grab my head. Hold it.” She does, and he stick out his tongue.