"Arghhhh fuck… baby…" I groaned, gliding my dick in and out of Emily's pussy mid-air, even after cumming hard inside her.
My hips moved slow now, slick with the mess of our release, her warmth still clinging to me as I held her up, her naked back pressed tight against my chest.
"Ahhh so good ahhh..." She moaned into my mouth, her lips trembling against mine in a sloppy, breathless kiss, her body still shivering from the orgasm that had just ripped through her.
Her thighs quaked in my grip, her skin hot and damp under my hands.
Her husband sat right in front of us, his face inches from her dripping pussy, staring at the chaos I'd left behind—my cum mixed with her juices, a sticky, glistening mess coating her vertical lips.
His eyes were wide, sweat still shining on his forehead from his own release, his hand resting limp on his lap now, streaked with his own cum. He'd enjoyed it, no denying that, even if he looked half-stunned by it all.
I eased my dick out slow, and it sprang free with a wet pop, a thick mix of my semen and her juices dripping from the tip, splattering onto the stage floor.
More cum oozed out of her, trickling down her inner thighs as I lowered her down, setting her gently onto her husband's lap.
She collapsed against him, leaning into his chest, her breath coming in heavy, shaky bursts. "Ahhh… ahhh… honey…" she moaned, reaching for his hand, her fingers curling around his as she tried to steady herself.
"Emily…" he muttered, his voice soft and rough, his hands sliding up to hold her shoulders, pulling her closer like he was trying to ground her.
"It's okay," he said, his tone gentle, almost comforting, like he thought she might be feeling guilty. "I know you wanted to enjoy yourself a little…"
I stepped back, groaning low as I caught my own breath, my chest heaving.
"Ahh…huff*" I straightened up, wiping sweat off my brow with the back of my hand, my dick still twitching from the aftershocks. The air felt thick, heavy with the scent of sex and the hum of the club around us.
Emily lifted her head from his chest, her dark hair a wild mess framing her flushed face, and let out a shameless laugh.
"Na… I loved it so much," she said, her voice bright and unapologetic, "that I'd love to do it again… hehe…" She grinned wide, looking up at her husband with a teasing glint in her eyes, no trace of regret anywhere in her.
He stared down at her, his mouth parting slightly, then let out a long, resigned
"Sighhhh…" His shoulders slumped, a mix of disbelief and acceptance washing over him as he held her, her cum-slicked body still trembling against him, her laughter ringing out like she'd just won something big.
"Lol, husband…" Afa cackled, doubling over as she clutched her stomach, her laughter sharp and teasing as she pointed at Emily's husband.
He sat there, still holding Emily in his lap, his face a mix of exhaustion and bewilderment, his cum-streaked hand resting awkwardly on her shoulder.
Afa's amusement bounced around the stage, loud over the club's thumping music, and I couldn't help but grin, feeling a rush knowing I had two girls ready to jump at my every word.
I glanced down at Emily's ass, sprawled against her husband, her breath slowing but her eyes still glinting with that wild spark.
"Hey, Emily…" I called, my voice low and playful, cutting through the haze. Google seaʀᴄh novelꜰire.net
She twisted her head back to look at me, her dark hair sticking to her sweaty neck.
"Yes?" she asked, her tone curious, a little smile tugging at her lips as she caught my gaze.
"My dick's a mess," I said, smirking as I leaned back, legs spread wide, my cum-slicked cock still half-hard and glistening under the lights. "Come here and clean it."
Her smile turned sultry, slow and deliberate, and she slid off her husband's lap without a second thought.
"Coming…" she purred, crawling toward me on her hands and knees, her ass swaying in those net stockings, her boobs swaying in motion. She reached me, kneeling between my legs, and wrapped her fingers around my dick, her touch soft but firm.
Then she leaned in, licking it all over, her tongue dragging slow and wet over the shaft, cleaning up the mix of my cum and her juices with long, careful strokes.
I brushed my hand through her hair, tangling my fingers in the strands as I watched her work. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice rough with approval, a lazy grin spreading across my face as she lapped at me, her lips brushing my cock.
Then I glanced up at Afa, who was standing a few feet away, still giggling at the husband's expense. "Afa, you too," I said, nodding her over. "Come here and clean."
She didn't hesitate, her eyes lighting up as she sauntered over, dropping to her knees beside Emily with a happy little bounce.
"Oh, I'm in," she said, her voice bright and teasing as she joined the fun. Now both girls were on me, their mouths running over my dick like it was a prize they couldn't get enough of.
Afa went low, licking over my balls, her tongue warm and slick as she sucked gently, while Emily focused on the shaft, her lips sliding up and down, tracing every inch with care.
Their mouths met at one point, lips crashing together over me, and they paused just long enough to smile at each other, a quick, grin before diving back in, not missing a second of savoring my dick's taste.
"Ahh..you girls are the best...ahh.." The wet sounds of their tongues and lips filled the air, mixing with the distant moans of the club around us.
I brushed my hands through both their heads of hair—Emily's dark and messy, Afa's wild and untamed—guiding them a little as they worked, my dick twitching under the double attention.
Emily's husband sat there, still watching, his eyes wide and unblinking as both girls knelt before me, their mouths all over my cock. His hand hovered near his dick again, like he wasn't sure what to do with himself, caught in the weird, hot mess of it all as Afa and Emily teamed up to drive me crazy.