Emily's husband sat there, his eyes glued to the sight of his wife and Afa kneeling between my legs, their tongues running over my dick, licking it clean.
Their lips crashed together over me, sloppy and eager, cleaning off the mess of cum and spit but working me up all over again, making me hard despite the night's chaos. The club's music thudded in the background, a low pulse under the wet sounds of their mouths, their heads bobbing in sync.
"Ahh… feels so good…" I groaned, brushing my hands through their hair—Emily's dark strands slipping between my fingers, Afa's wild mess tangling under my palm—as they licked and sucked my dick clean.
Their tongues swirled, warm and slick, teasing every inch, and I leaned back, letting the sensation wash over me.
