DDD: Daddies Dirty Desire
She soaked his hand and chin, moaning loud enough to echo off the glass walls.
They didn’t stop. Kris kept licking her through the aftershocks, gentler now, while Nick kissed her neck and whispered filthy praise.
“That’s it… dripping all over his tongue like a needy little slut. You’re going to look so pretty stuffed with both our cocks soon.”
When she finally stopped trembling, they pulled her dress back up halfway, kissed her swollen lips, and called her a car.
Nick slipped his number into her bra. Kris kissed her forehead.
“Tomorrow night,” Kris said. “Our place again. Wear something easy to take off.”