Three feet of cock- 4

Peter’s cock slipped out from her lips and shook as orgasm coursed through his body as well. His cock released its cum onto her trembling face, over and over, coating her in glistening ivory. Semen dripped down her cheeks and onto her breasts, down her cleavage. The hot, sticky, moisture against her bare skin threatened to send her back into the throes of orgasm. She licked his shaft clean, messily caressing him with her tongue, loving the taste of his seed, of the proof of his lust for her.

She finished cleaning the both of them up with a few tissues and the two of them went downstairs together, Peter’s cheek burning red.

“Five and a half,” Batoul proclaimed.

“So that makes…nineteen and a half inches? Right? Who’s next?” asked David.

“You’re going to lose at this rate,” Zoe reminded him.

“I’m ready to give it a try,” Perrie said, glancing towards Nick. “If you’re alright with that?”

“How could I say no?”

“Okay…” Perrie took the lead, guiding a smiling Nick to the upstairs bedroom. His cock was already stiffening in his jeans as he watched Perrie’s ass wiggle up the stairs. She had frequently appeared in his fantasies over the years. He hoped she would live up to the bar that her oneiric counterpart had set.