Rock, Paper, Pussy

Jenna might be queen of tongue between the legs, but damn, I won rock-paper-scissors so the prize—Karen’s juicy pussy—was mine first. The moment both of them stepped into my room, clothes hit the floor like they belonged off. I spread Karen wide on the sheets, dove tongue-first, and her slick heat coated my chin in seconds. She moaned, hips bucking, while Jenna watched and grinned before sliding her fingers down to keep the fire going between her own thighs. We kept switching—me licking Karen till she shook, then letting Jenna suck her clit while I fingered her soaked entrance, knuckles sliding in with wet sounds that echoed off the walls. Every time Karen came, her thighs squeezed my head so tight I thought she’d crack my skull, and I still kept going till my jaw ached. By the end we were all slick, panting, tangled in a naked heap, smirking like the greedy champs we are.