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The air in the room was thick with heat and the sound of Victoria’s ragged moans as she rode Jack, his thick length stretching her perfectly.
Her skin, slick with a fine sheen of sweat, glowed in the low light.
Behind her, John watched, his own cock hard in his hand, his breaths coming in short, excited pants.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of him,” John rasped, his finger circling her tight asshole, making her clench around Jack.
He stroked himself faster, his release building as he watched his beautiful girlfriend writhe on another man’s cock. His fantasy. His intense, undeniable desire.
He came with a guttural groan, painting her perfect, firm ass in thick, white stripes. He watched, mesmerized, as it began to drip down the cleft, toward her pussy where Jack was relentlessly thrusting up into her, mixing it, fucking it into her tight cunt.
“So fucking beautiful,” John breathed, his voice husky.
He leaned down, his tongue finding the trail of his own spend. He licked a long, slow stripe up her skin, the taste of himself and her arousal an intoxicating cocktail.
His half-hard cock twitched against his thigh. He couldn’t stop himself. He leaned lower, his heart hammering against his ribs, and his tongue darted out again, this time meeting the slick base of Jack’s cock as it pistoned into Victoria’s sweet cunt.
Jack released a sharp, surprised gasp that melted into a deep, shuddering moan. John’s tongue travelled further, tracing the heavy weight of Jack’s balls, and the sound Jack made was pure, unfiltered pleasure.
The new sensation, the vibration, the sheer taboo of it all, tipped Victoria over the edge. Her orgasm slammed into her, a choked, guttural cry tearing from her throat as she clenched violently around Jack, dragging him with her. She felt his own release pulse deep inside her, a hot, liquid flood that seemed to go on forever.
Before she could even catch her breath, John’s hands were on her hips, pushing her chest down flush against Jack’s. His mouth found her wet, used opening just as Jack’s cock slipped out of her, and his tongue licked and probed, sucking Jack’s spend directly from her.
He moaned against her flesh, the vibration prolonging her own aftershocks. And every time his tongue left her body to trace Jack’s softening cock, she could feel Jack tremble beneath her.
John wasn’t just cleaning anymore. He was savoring. He took the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth, sucking gently, and a low, desperate moan escaped him at the thought, the certainty, that this time Jack would finish on his tongue directly.
His lips circled the tip, teasing the sensitive slit, flicking his tongue in small, deliberate strokes.
The taste was intoxicating—Victoria’s sweetness mingling with Jack’s musk—and it sent shivers down his spine. He couldn’t hold back, feeling as if in a frenzy, he pushed Victoria down on Jack's cock one more time, ripping her off of him in a second, just so he can suck their joined come off of Jack’s hardening cock.
His own cock throbbed, half-hard, and already aching for more, as he worked his mouth lower, taking more of Jack into the wet heat of his throat.
Jack gasped above him, his hips jerking involuntarily as John’s tongue pressed firmly along the underside of his shaft.
“Jesus, John,” he choked out, his voice raw and trembling.
Victoria, still sprawled across Jack’s chest, turned her head to watch, her breath hitching as she saw John’s lips wrapped around Jack’s cock. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed, and she reached back blindly to tangle her fingers in John’s hair, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
John obeyed, his moan vibrating against Jack’s flesh as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder. His hand moved to cradle Jack’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm, feeling the weight and heat of them.
He could feel Jack’s cock twitch in his mouth, thickening further, stretching his throat, and the thought of what was coming made him dizzy with need. He wanted it all—every drop, every pulse—right where he could taste it.
Victoria’s nails scratched lightly against John’s scalp, and she whimpered softly, her body still trembling from her own release, already building towards the edge again from Jack’s fingers slowly fucking her.
“Do it, baby,” she whispered, her voice trembling with arousal. “Make him come for you.”
John didn’t need any more encouragement. His mouth worked faster now, his tongue swirling, his lips tight and demanding. He could feel the tension building in Jack’s thighs, the way his breath hitched and stuttered.
And then it happened—Jack’s cock jerked violently in his mouth, and John felt the first hot burst of release hit his tongue. He moaned around him, swallowing eagerly, savouring the salty, primal flavour as Jack came in thick, pulsing waves.
John didn’t stop until he was sure Jack had given him everything, his tongue savoring every last drop as Jack’s body trembled beneath him. When he finally pulled away, his lips were slick, his jaw tingling, and his own cock was rock-hard again, his hand stroking it fast and hard. He looked up, meeting Victoria’s gaze, and she smiled—that smile that told him she knew exactly how much he loved this. And he did. More than anything. But he also loved his girlfriend. He knew he’d be a bad partner if he didn’t make her come one last time.
So he lifted her from Jack’s lap, letting the older man catch his breath, turned her around, and set her straddling his hips. He thrust into her hard and deep, over and over, until she screamed with release.
John was close, but Victoria pushed him over the edge when she cupped his face, looked into his eyes, and, in that beautiful, breathless voice she had after an orgasm, ordered, “Fill me up, baby. You sucked his come out of me—I need you to fill me up again.”
And John obeyed completely, losing himself in the moment as he gave her exactly what she wanted.