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fist; gliding the length of his cock against Rooster’s, and Jasmine’s tongue continuing to lap at both their heads.
“I won’t last,” Rooster said.
Wheland turned and feathered his lips over the shell of Rooster’s ear. “Does that feel good?” Wheland asked.
Rooster moaned again, then grabbed on to Wheland’s shoulder, using it to lift himself up and get his face away from the distracting scent and warmth of Wheland’s skin. Rooster righted himself but kept his hold on Wheland’s shoulder; his fingers digging in to the muscle, their faces still reasonably close. Wheland looked down to watch Jasmine’s efforts.
“Jesus, look at that,” Wheland said, his gaze pointed down to their cocks.
“I can’t,” Rooster panted, and his arm looped around the back of Wheland’s neck, as if grabbing for a life raft.
“Why not?” Wheland asked, his voice hot and panting against Rooster’s cheek. He pressed his forehead to Rooster’s and thrust his cock again, sliding his shaft alongside Rooster’s.
“Oh, fuckkk,” Rooster sighed. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
Wheland pitched his hips again. “Look at us, Roost,” Wheland said. “That is fucking hot as hell.”
Rooster glanced down at their cocks sliding back and forth together, rubbing at the most sensitive spot at the base of the head.
“Jasmine, open wide baby and grab our balls,” Wheland said. He wrapped his long fingers around both their cocks and tipped them toward her waiting mouth, then fed her as much of them as she could take without gagging. She lapped hungrily at their shafts and Wheland began running his fingers along the length of both of them, tightening his fist on the down stroke.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Rooster said. He rolled his forehead on Wheland’s, their mouths only inches apart. Rapid breaths washed over both their faces.
Jasmine pulled back and licked at their cock heads, as Wheland continued to stroke them.
“I can’t hold off,” Rooster said.
“Come with me,” Wheland said.
Wheland tipped his head and brought his mouth within an inch of Rooster’s. If Rooster had snaked his tongue out, he would have been able to lick at Wheland’s lips.
“Are you with me, Roost?” Wheland asked, and his lips feathered over Rooster’s in a touch so delicate, it was the sexiest non-kiss Rooster had ever received.
“Shoot. Now!” Wheland said.
Rooster heard the command and rocked his hips faster, as the first thick ribbon of his come shot from the tip of his cock.
“Fucking hell,” Wheland said. “Look at that.”
Rooster managed a glance between them and saw Wheland’s come splashing with his, mingling together all over Jasmine’s cheeks and chin. It was by far the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He closed his eyes and rode the orgasm with Wheland. Both their arms gripped the back of each other’s neck to hold them up in a locked intimate embrace. Christ, he didn’t want this moment to end. It was a state of bliss Rooster had never experienced before and he knew he’d want more.
Wheland’s strokes slowed on their cocks, as he eased them through the aftershocks. That’s when Jasmine began her protests.
“What the hell was that?” Jasmine said. She pushed them away and felt her face. “Christ! I’m covered in come!”
Rooster reluctantly let go of Wheland’s neck and stood upright on wobbly legs. Wheland released Rooster’s cock and looked at him and then down at Jasmine.
“Oh my God, you got come in my hair!” Jasmine complained. “I’m still on duty, you know. How am I supposed to go back to the floor with this dripping from my hair?”
Wheland ran his fingers through the white smears on her face and lifted them to his mouth. Rooster’s eyes widened at the sight of Wheland tasting their combined come. The smile Wheland gave him said he didn’t much care he was licking another man’s come, nor did he care Jasmine was wearing it all over her face.
Wheland walked to the
“I won’t last,” Rooster said.
Wheland turned and feathered his lips over the shell of Rooster’s ear. “Does that feel good?” Wheland asked.
Rooster moaned again, then grabbed on to Wheland’s shoulder, using it to lift himself up and get his face away from the distracting scent and warmth of Wheland’s skin. Rooster righted himself but kept his hold on Wheland’s shoulder; his fingers digging in to the muscle, their faces still reasonably close. Wheland looked down to watch Jasmine’s efforts.
“Jesus, look at that,” Wheland said, his gaze pointed down to their cocks.
“I can’t,” Rooster panted, and his arm looped around the back of Wheland’s neck, as if grabbing for a life raft.
“Why not?” Wheland asked, his voice hot and panting against Rooster’s cheek. He pressed his forehead to Rooster’s and thrust his cock again, sliding his shaft alongside Rooster’s.
“Oh, fuckkk,” Rooster sighed. “I’ll come if you keep doing that.”
Wheland pitched his hips again. “Look at us, Roost,” Wheland said. “That is fucking hot as hell.”
Rooster glanced down at their cocks sliding back and forth together, rubbing at the most sensitive spot at the base of the head.
“Jasmine, open wide baby and grab our balls,” Wheland said. He wrapped his long fingers around both their cocks and tipped them toward her waiting mouth, then fed her as much of them as she could take without gagging. She lapped hungrily at their shafts and Wheland began running his fingers along the length of both of them, tightening his fist on the down stroke.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” Rooster said. He rolled his forehead on Wheland’s, their mouths only inches apart. Rapid breaths washed over both their faces.
Jasmine pulled back and licked at their cock heads, as Wheland continued to stroke them.
“I can’t hold off,” Rooster said.
“Come with me,” Wheland said.
Wheland tipped his head and brought his mouth within an inch of Rooster’s. If Rooster had snaked his tongue out, he would have been able to lick at Wheland’s lips.
“Are you with me, Roost?” Wheland asked, and his lips feathered over Rooster’s in a touch so delicate, it was the sexiest non-kiss Rooster had ever received.
“Shoot. Now!” Wheland said.
Rooster heard the command and rocked his hips faster, as the first thick ribbon of his come shot from the tip of his cock.
“Fucking hell,” Wheland said. “Look at that.”
Rooster managed a glance between them and saw Wheland’s come splashing with his, mingling together all over Jasmine’s cheeks and chin. It was by far the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He closed his eyes and rode the orgasm with Wheland. Both their arms gripped the back of each other’s neck to hold them up in a locked intimate embrace. Christ, he didn’t want this moment to end. It was a state of bliss Rooster had never experienced before and he knew he’d want more.
Wheland’s strokes slowed on their cocks, as he eased them through the aftershocks. That’s when Jasmine began her protests.
“What the hell was that?” Jasmine said. She pushed them away and felt her face. “Christ! I’m covered in come!”
Rooster reluctantly let go of Wheland’s neck and stood upright on wobbly legs. Wheland released Rooster’s cock and looked at him and then down at Jasmine.
“Oh my God, you got come in my hair!” Jasmine complained. “I’m still on duty, you know. How am I supposed to go back to the floor with this dripping from my hair?”
Wheland ran his fingers through the white smears on her face and lifted them to his mouth. Rooster’s eyes widened at the sight of Wheland tasting their combined come. The smile Wheland gave him said he didn’t much care he was licking another man’s come, nor did he care Jasmine was wearing it all over her face.
Wheland walked to the
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