Man's Best Wingman
I smiled, nipping at Sheila’s lips before I ate the pieces along her arm.
Slowly Missy and I worked our way around Sheila’s body eating the sushi. Sheila was moaning, quivering with pleasure, eager for more, using her hands to touch Missy and me when we were close enough. We reached the saki shot simultaneously. Missy smiled, taking the shot glass in her mouth and knocking it back before setting it empty on the table. Before I could comment on how impressive that was, Missy was kissing me.
“Mmm… that is some good saki,” I smirked, licking my lips as we pulled back from the kiss.