“So long as I’m there…and get my piece of the slut, I got no objection,” Ebony replied.
“And what piece is yours?” Ken asked, his eyes amused and bemused at the suddenly dominant behavior of the woman who had, just moments earlier, claimed to belong to him.
“I’ve wanted to try out that filthy mouth of hers for a while,” Ebony replied.
“Speaking of which,” Ken kissed her firmly, before sliding his cock out of her, “Be a dear and clean me while I come up with a plan to deal with your naughty friend.”
Ebony nodded, dragging her breasts, lips and hair down his chest, until she reached his dick and lovingly licked every drop of their mingled juices from his slowly hardening cock. The fluids mixed on his cock and her tongue, but she eagerly swallowed every drop. Her nimble pink tongue tasted every inch of his cock and, when she was almost certain that there was nothing but her own saliva covering it, she took his prick all the way down her throat, soaking it in her mouth, before moving down and bathing his balls as well. When there was no sign of his seed, or her juice, she carefully polished and dried it with her curly hair before tucking it (with some effort as it stiffened under her hands and tongue and hair) back into his pants and zipped him up, leaving him somewhat the worse for wear, his pants were soaked at the groin, where she’d ridden him and his shirt was badly wrinkled and stained with their sweat.
“So,” she met the eyes that had been watching her every move, “another round, or are you ready to handle Ivory?”
Before Ken could respond, Ebony’s hand flew to her thigh, where warm cum was dripping from her pussy and she sensually scooped it from her leg, lifting it to her mouth and sucked her finger clean, just as she’d cleaned his cock. |