Red Rover
Tongues tangling, fighting for dominance, both of us savoring the taste of his precum and each other.
I palm Zoe’s breasts, pinching her nipples the way she likes. She moans into the kiss and fingers me in return, her hand working my pussy with just the right pressure to make my eyes roll back.
Tomas’s moans go ragged. He fists both hands in our hair.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he chants, like it’s the only thing keeping him from exploding in our mouths.
Zoe pulls away and slides her fingers from me, coated in my slick. “Taste her,” she demands, offering her hand to Tomas.
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