P*rnstation
Wet slurps filled the truck as he ate me, cream and slick coating his lips and chin.
"More," I moaned. "Lick deeper. Eat my pussy like that."
Ben added his tongue from the side, lapping at my entrance while Mike focused on my clit. They parted my lips wider with their thumbs, spreading me open so my hole was visible, pink and dripping.
Ben pushed a small scoop of vanilla inside me with his finger. The cold filled me, melting immediately, running out in sticky trails. I clenched around his finger, pleasure shooting as he thrust it deeper, curling to hit that spot.