She rose up and tugged him down on top of her. He let her guide him until he rested on his back beneath her. She ground her wet pussy over his cock, teasing them both. “I’m going to ride you, fuck you until you come inside me.” “Fuck, yeah,” Sam groaned, lifting his hips into her. She glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped to Charlie’s cock, shot over to Dasan’s, then bounced up to lock with Charlie’s gaze. “I want your cock buried in my ass. I want you to fuck me until I scream your name.” Charlie’s smile was slow and wicked as he nodded his acceptance. “And where do you want my cock?” Dasan asked. His fingers were wrapped around the thick stalk, stroking from tip to balls and back up again. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, wiggling over Sam’s cock. “I want you right here,” she purred and rubbed her finger over her bottom lip. “I want to lick you, suck you, taste you.” “I think I can manage that,” he promised and walked toward the head of the bed.
