Can We Make It Up To You?

Avi and Emily waited in the wrecked house. Mick opened the door, took one look and stopped. The girls had already stripped down to stockings. A small silver plug caught the light between Avi’s cheeks. Emily’s dark bush was trimmed, still slick from the earlier mess. They stepped closer, silent. Avi reached for his belt first, tugged him down onto the couch. Emily knelt behind him, worked her mouth over his cock until spit ran down her chin. When he stood again, she stayed low and licked him clean, tongue moving straight from his balls to her own open lips. Avi bent over the armrest, spread herself. Mick slid into her from behind, slow at first, letting her adjust around the plug. Each thrust pushed the toy deeper until her breath broke. Emily leaned over Avi’s back, mouth open, waiting. When he pulled out, she took him straight from ass to mouth, held him there until her eyes watered. He switched. Emily got the couch this time, knees wide, ass up. Mick drove in hard while Avi held her friend’s hips steady. The plug changed hands. He slipped it into Emily, watched her shake. They kept trading until sweat ran between all three bodies. Avi dropped back to her knees, took him deep until her throat gave one tight swallow after another. Mick gripped her hair, finished down her tongue. Emily leaned in, shared the taste without hurry.