Chapter 19

Too early in the morning, Joe’s smart phone alarm went off, Joe quickly extinguishing it having placed it on the bed behind him. Seeing that the ladies might have shifted a little but hadn’t awakened, he decided to slip out without asking Lindy if she wanted to join him at Connie’s. Having only joined them a couple times before, and only when she slept with them, Joe figured she’d be okay about not being woken from too short of a sleep for an invitation.

It worried him when Connie ended up being far less mischievous when they swam together, in fact not mischievous at all, leaving him for maybe the first time not tenting his speedos when he got out and showered with her in the shower beside the lap pool.

“You okay?” he asked on the elevator returning them to her floor.

“Yep,” she smiled.

She proved it to him when she pulled him into the bedroom. “Make love to me Joe,” she murmured.

“Yes Ma’am,” Joe grinned.

And he did, embracing and kissing her and stripping her and making love to her body and teasing her to an enormous climax with his tongue and getting naked and entering her and fucking her slowly with lots of kisses and gazes until things quickened and she came just before him and moved her mouth to his penis, bringing it back to full erection before hopping on and doing the making love while she rode him to another climax and moved off him to take the doggy position and telling him to take her until he cums and he did, again not long after she did.

While relaxing atop him, post amazing sex, she told him, “I just needed your loving, just you and me.”

“I understand,” Joe smiled.

“And,” she added, straddling him and looking down into his eyes, “I’m hoping you just got me pregnant.”

Joe grinned. “You could have told me before. The idea of it...”

“You mean it could have been better?” she smirked.

“It was amazing. You’re amazing.”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself stud boy,” she returned, leaning forward to kiss him. “So,” she said after, “We have things to do.”

“Such as?”

“Moving Stuart’s suite to the loft?”

Joe laughed. “I completely forgot.”

“Got distracted?”

“Yep,” he grinned and pulled her down for a lingering kiss.

“Not starting things up again,” she smirked, “because...”

“Yeah me too,” Joe chuckled.

“Shower?”

“Yep.”

Though shared they made it all about cleaning each other, albeit sensually.

After, Joe called Stuart and Dave and the partners converged, along with Connie, at the office building where a moving crew used to dealing with large delicate things had the task of moving the equipment, which included Joe’s printer and scanner, Dave’s old synthesizer which he’d decided not to put in his studio, Stuart’s gaming equipment he’d built, the small rack of drivers for memory storage, and other peripherals they’d needed to create games.

Arriving at the loft was a bit embarrassing for Joe, having hurried off to Connie’s and leaving the trail of clothes on the floor. “Just a second,” he said, though the others followed him in amused at his hurry to collect the clothes and bring them up to the loft bed.

Joe left the clothes for the three women and hurried down the steep grade of the steps, careful enough not to trip. While Joe began helping things to be set up, the ladies paraded down fully dressed.

“Anything we can do to help?” Johanna asked. “Oh hey, Dave. How was Kate?”

Dave blushed but mostly ignored her.

“Why don’t we fetch breakfast for this army of fellows,” Brit offered.

“Good idea,” said Joe, handing her some money.

“I’ll make up some coffee and give you a hand,” said Lindy to Joe drinking some water after popping aspirin into her mouth.

“Thanks,” Joe agreed, coming up to her for a kiss which she held longer than expected and he went with it, hugging her.

The ladies went to the bathroom first before doing their things.

Joe finally went up to Dave and asked him again, “How was Kate?”

“None of your business,” Dave muttered.

“Maybe not, but there is someone coming here who happens to be best friends with Stuart’s and my girlfriends. It seems because of Johnny the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Fine. Her dance made me horny and reminded me how hot she is, and she was horny too. But it was definitely a goodbye fuck.”

“Protection.”

“Yes, asshole.”

“You provided?”

“Yes asshole.”

“Hoping for what happened?”

“Fuck you.”

“You sure it was a goodbye fuck?”

“I’m sure.”

“I fucking hope so, Dave,” Joe muttered, leaving it at that.

The movers, similar in features to most likely be brothers, both big and blond, the older one handsome and the younger almost pretty despite his size, were about to leave when Brit and Johanna arrived with breakfast.

“I hope you’re not leaving so soon,” Brit purred, pressing into the younger pretty one who resisted. “We got breakfast for you too.”

“Uhm.”

“You’re gay?”

“Uhm, yeah, but my brother’s not.”

The brother ogled Brit.

Brit moved to him, her hand caressing from thick shoulders down to his crotch where his member began revealing its prestigious size. “Hungry or... ?” she asked.

“Uhm ... Or?”

Brit giggled. “Well come on then.”

“You will soon,” Johanna chuckled, following them.

She soon had Brit stripped on the loft bed and the two made out in front of the big guy watching from the bed.

“Clothes off,” Brit insisted. “I’ll be with you soon.”

He happily obeyed, and his cock bounced out, long and thick and he stroked it watching them. Soon Brit opened his legs wider and knelt on the bed taking it into her mouth, Johanna behind her, sucking her pussy, her free hand not fingering her lover moving up to her nipples and tugging at them.

Brit lifted off from her mouth full of cock and moaned out her climax. Fisting him, now closer than ever to orgasm, she informed him, “You let me know when you’re going to cum. I don’t swallow and like to record the spurts. Your face will not be seen. Okay?”

“Yes,” he moaned.

“Good man,” Brit grinned and resumed her sucking until, seconds later, the man announced, “Cumming!”

Brit fisted while the man spurted onto his belly, Johanna filming from the side, the angle obviously not including his face. Once the last of it oozed out, Johanna stopped filming, put aside her phone and found a t shirt of Joe’s. “You can use this to clean up.”

Brit giggled at the shirt. “I’ll tell him,” Johanna insisted.

“I hope it wasn’t a favorite,” Brit said.

It wasn’t, just an old white t shirt which Joe would throw away.

“I kind of hoped I could fuck you,” the man admitted. “You look like fun.”

“Be happy for what you got,” Johanna growled.

“I am,” the man replied. “It’s just that...”

“Quit while you’re ahead, big guy,” Brit warned him. “My girlfriend might be small, but she’s feisty.”

“I get it,” Johanna growled. “A big handsome guy like you with a cock to match. I bet you love those lady clients, hardly any seducing involved. Girlfriend?”

“He’s married. Look at his ring.”

“Can’t keep it in your pants. I bet your wife can’t either.”

“She wouldn’t...”

“Fucker,” Johanna muttered. Brit had finished dressing. “Full service, your brother gets the gay ones. Come on, girlfriend.” And she added descending the steps, “Yet another notch against men.”

“Except Joe,” Brit offered.

“He’s yours,” Johanna countered.

“Except...”

“Fine, he obviously sleeps around, but at least he’s honest about it.”

“Yep!”

“How was he?” Lindy asked quietly, approaching them as soon as they landed on the floor.

“Why?” Johanna asked, disappointed. “You drunk?”

“No. Just curious. He looked...”

“As advertised,” Johanna muttered. “Want to see?”

Johanna showed Lindy the new video. “Oh my.”

“Fuck, Lindy, he’s a fucking dick like all the others.”

Lindy teared up at Johanna’s obvious disappointment. “Lindy,” Brit suggested, “You have the best man with the best dick out there. He’s twice the man asshole is, all appearances to the contrary. You want to fuck the big handsome blond go ahead, but it will end Johanna’s relationship with you, with maybe the side benefit of ending my relationship with Joe. Joe might forgive you for some reason, but Johanna won’t.”

“Fuck, I’m such a cunt. I don’t deserve any of you,” and Lindy rushed to the door and out.

“What happened?” Joe asked them and Brit explained. “Fuck. Tell the others I’ll be right back.”

“Okay,” said Brit.

He caught up to Lindy which was easy since she walked slowly, her shoulders bent down, crying. “You still got that booze?” she asked him.

“I do, but I’d rather just talk with you sober.”

“I am sober and I’m still acting like a fucking slut.”

“Did you fuck that guy?”

“No, but I thought about it.”

Joe laughed. He looked around looking for an example. Not finding any, he said, “Just walk with me, okay?”

“Sure.”

They walked towards the more touristy area and Joe found the perfect examples in front of Grauman’s, comparing their footprints to old stars’. Blonde, maybe in their early twenties, dressed in tight clothing to highlight their bodies, even the smaller chested one managed to show her cleavage attractively. He walked right up to them with Lindy in tow.

“Hey, I’m Joe and this is Lindy.”

“I am Greta and my friend is Freja.”

“Scandinavian?” Joe asked, hearing the accent.

“Yes, from Stockholm. We visit Hollywood for Holiday?” she giggled.

“College girls,” Joe guessed.

“Yes. University. We have friends here make it cheap?”

“Friend from University or...”

“Yes. I am sorry I no use English so much.”

“You’re doing fine. So you did a charter.”

“Yes, and we find a house to ... uhm ... time share?”

“Is it nice?”

“Very. It is on the beach. Glass house.”

“Not a time share really,” said Freja in much better English. “Our old slut friend fucks the owner. Tonight we have a cruise in which I am sure there will be his friends wanting to fuck us. I am surprised they have not arrived yet, but perhaps that will be when, and for the weekend and so forth. They have a month here for them to seduce us. And if not, are we to be left on our own, kicked out of the glass house. Perhaps I am one to throw stones.”

“We do not know this.”

“Then why did Ursula only invite us girls, hmm? At least we have a way back home, even if it means a month here without a house.”

“How did Ursula meet this man?” Joe asked.

“He found her at our school New Years? Offered her to model and then he brings her here.”

“Did she model?” Lindy asked.

“Yes,” said Greta. “She is quite beautiful.”

“And are you supposed to model?” Joe asked.

“Yes.”

“Part of the agreement,” Freja explained. “Probably nude or worse.”

“She said if the place Ursula works, they are interested.”

“You get a contract like Ursula has,” Joe finished.

“Yes, though I am not interested in modeling. I am wanting to see Hollywood.”

“Can I give you my phone number?” Joe asked. “I don’t know if I can help, but I know someone who probably can.”

“Thank you,” said Freja. Joe wrote his number and gave it to her.

“Now let me tell you why I’m talking to you, even though it is probably completely inappropriate now.”

“Inappropriate?” Freja asked.

“A bad idea,” Lindy chuckled.

“Yes, so, the way you look, your beauty and you obviously have great bodies, I want to fuck you, both of you, separately or together.”

The two blondes laughed, then quieted. “You are serious,” said Freja.

“Completely,” Joe replied. “Though you can’t blame me how hot you two are.”

“And Lindy here she is your girlfriend?”

“I am, and I’d fuck you too,” Lindy grinned.

“Uhm...”

“Too much?” Joe asked.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe is good,” Lindy chuckled.

“To be honest...”Joe started.

“Honest?” Greta laughed.

“Well yeah. I do honestly want to fuck you, but the reason I’m being so rude about it is, and I’m sorry I put you on the spot, but my girlfriend thinks just because she wants to fuck some hot blond Adonis means there’s something wrong with her. You understand Adonis?”

“We study the Greek myths,” Freja nodded. “Does that mean you do not wish to fuck us?”

“Like I said I do,” Joe chuckled, though a little flustered. “The point is, I see someone as hot as you two, and normally or pretty much never do I actually tell you what I’m thinking. Nevertheless I do think it.”

“You think the same about hot guys?” Lindy asked.

“I know I do. Greta?”

“Yes of course.”

“But I admit I did not think it seeing you,” Freja said. “But you are growing on me.”

“I know the feeling,” Lindy laughed.

“So since you are here perhaps you could show us around?”

“We’re actually busy.”

“I freaked out, which took Joe from his work, my work too,” Lindy explained. “But if you two want to help... ?”

“Okay.”

“We do not know them,” Greta pointed out.

“Now you want to be safe,” Freja laughed. “He gave me his number. Mind if I try it, Joe?”

“Go for it.”

She dialed and his phone rang.

“Pictures,” said Greta.

“Go ahead,” said Lindy.

Once done, Joe said, “This way.”

When they returned Connie couldn’t help laughing at the Swedish beauties.

“Long story,” Joe said.

“We came to help,” Freja announced while Lindy embraced Johanna and apologized.

“Still need a drink?” Johanna asked.

“I’m good,”

Johanna pulled her down for a kiss. “Then you’re forgiven.”

“I still wouldn’t mind the video.”

“Chubby’s too?”

“What about Joe’s,” Brit asked.

“I guess just send me all of them,” Lindy laughed, blushing.

While they figured that out, eventually creating a cloud in which both had access, Stuart found the blondes both useful since both were into computers, sharing classes on it together. Joe saw the lust in Stuart’s eyes and knew he wouldn’t succumb to it, whether for Mary’s sake or because of his persistent shyness towards women, he didn’t know. But with the blunt rudeness on Joe’s part, he worried they’d go for it, not oblivious to Stuart’s glances at their obvious physical attributes, most likely used to that sort of perusal. Dave put his much more obvious moves on them as well, showing off his musicianship and probably his credits, including being the composer of a Hollywood movie soundtrack. Joe wished Dave would stop his horndog ways, mostly because Joe really liked Beth and thought Dave had been happiest when he’d been with her.

“Problems?” Lindy asked settling into his lap.

“Yeah,” said Joe.

“I don’t think either of them are interested in your partners.”

“They’re more interested in you Joe,” Connie added, sitting beside him.

“Did you talk to them Connie?” Joe asked.

“No. Why?”

“I’m worried about their situation. It sounds like some predator got their friend Ursula to model and in turn had Ursula invite a bunch of her University friends here, all women. They’re supposed to go on a cruise with him this evening and Freja thought that might be when his friends show up.”

“Freja’s the smarter one with the bigger tits,” said Connie.

“Yeah. I gave her my number just in case she’s right. I thought maybe you might know someone who could protect them.”

“I can think of two ways to go,” Connie said. “But I think only one would work.”

“Go on.”

“I was thinking of the legal thing, but I imagine they’re all of age.”

“Probably.”

“Then the only other thing would be fixers, and they’re incredibly expensive, like a drop in the bucket for studio heads to hire them, but for us poor schmos it would be pretty fucking prohibitive. They basically end threats to the talent, either blackmailers or abusers.”

“Abusers?”

“Anyone from stalkers to abusive husbands or boyfriends to rapists. It’s all about protecting the talent, not really caring beyond that. Once they’re loose, they’re no longer protected.”

“And these fixers, do they care?”

“Maybe,” Connie grinned, giving Joe a kiss. “You’re a fucking genius, Joe. Give me a few minutes.”

“Uhm I’m glad I was just brilliant, but we don’t know if Freja’s just being paranoid.”

“Doesn’t matter. These fixers have a thing for hot blondes.”

“And cute ones?” Joe asked.

“Maybe,” Connie giggled. “Don’t worry, they’ll blend in. Scotty will probably have to wear a wig though.”

“Okay.”

Stuart popped over as soon as Connie left to get privacy sitting on the barber chair. “Do you happen have any of the animation with Swedish girls in it? I thought we could test the mic.”

“Not that I can think of,” Joe replied, with a “Fuck!” not expressed. Then an idea struck him. “Give me a few minutes to write something, and could you let Brit and Johnny know I want them reading too?”

“Okay.”

Joe had the laptop in front of him and opened a word file and started typing. Since Lindy remained in his lap she felt in the way and began to rise. “You don’t have to go,” Joe told her.

“You want me to read what you write.”

“Maybe.”

She shifted from sitting across his lap to straddling it, facing away, which put their genitals in direct contact. She couldn’t help rocking against him. “Please don’t distract,” he murmured.

“Hard not to,” she giggled. “But you are going to fuck me after you’re done.”

“Promise.”

She kept somewhat still. He took a breath and focused.

About halfway through, he pointed. “Read these lines to me.”

After she did, he nodded his thanks and kept going.

“Done,” he announced.

“You want to read through them?”

“Not necessary. I thought that line you read might be clumsy but it sounded fine.”

He printed the writing, Lindy getting up to let him get up and grab the sheets from the printer. He handed them to Stuart, and since he used the names of the actual people he figured he didn’t need to be around.

“Come on you slut,” he growled into Lindy’s ear.

Upstairs he removed his pants and underpants and sat, his cock not quite fully erect. Lindy knelt between his legs and made it fully hard before removing her own pants and straddling his lap in the same position as before, this time with the potential fulfilled with his cock slowly filling her cunt.

As she rocked atop him, he undid her blouse, pulled the bra cups off her tits, and worked them with his hands. It felt great to both of them, but Lindy wanted more. “Move back,” she murmured. When he did he laid back pulling Lindy atop him to keep fondling her tits. She was fine with that, letting her legs do the moving and freeing her hand to rub herself. It also kept his cock from sliding out in the precarious position while it rubbed along the top of her cunt, against her g spot. He didn’t even have to go all that fast fucking her before she succumbed to a sweet orgasm, after which Joe switched things up, somehow remaining inside her while pulling her into doggy style where he could fuck her with abandon, one hand still on her tits while the other rubbed fingers beside her clit before being more direct with it while she rose to another climax, Joe following soon after.

When his limp dick squirmed out, she turned around and tackled him onto his back, giving him several soft kisses repeating, “I love you Joe,” and not expecting a reply. He waited for her to relax and cuddle atop him before returning her sentiments.

They dressed, Lindy finding a pad to catch Joe’s jism, heading to the bathroom after they climbed down from the bed.

Connie came to him and coaxed his head down for a kiss. “No Lindy?” she tasted.

“Apparently she didn’t need that,” he chuckled, bending his knees and lifting her up by her ass for a proper kiss which he could tell she desired.

“Showing off again?” she smirked. “For the hot Swedish girls?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, giving her another lingering kiss.

“You can let me down, studboy,” she murmured, catching her breathe. When he did, she pointed to his chair. “Sit.”

He barked and sat. “Asshole,” she muttered smiling and settled onto his lap. “So those Swedish babes need a ride. We’ll be making a couple stops along the way, first to the bank to get some cash.”

“How much?”

“Let me worry about that.”

“I take it this won’t be reimbursed.”

“Nope. Then we meet the fixers.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’ll be at some park, a neutral location I guess you’d call it. It’s for the exchange of cash, but it’s mostly for the fixers to meet the Swedish girls.”

“To pick up their accents.”

“That and to get all the intel they can get from them. Then we drop the Swedish girls at this glass house, and I want you try to get in with them.”

“I’d like that.”

“More girls?”

“No. Research. I’m thinking of including all this in the Midnight Cowgirl thing. Speaking of which...”

“Hey Joe, where’d you get the dialogue?” Stuart asked.

“From something you don’t like hearing about.”

“I just think you should work on our next game. With all the animation we’re talking about...”

“I’m halfway through the scripts.”

“I know but now that you’re acting on top of all that...”

“Daytime while you’re at class.”

“I realize that, but...”

“And at nights and weekends we work on the animation.”

“I’ve already started on the main one.”

“Great.”

“I just think you’re working on too much.”

“I’m fine. You know I’ve always worked on my comics.”

“I know.”

“Since you have Friday off, maybe we could work on brainstorming a game with Dave. Dave?”

He reluctantly moved away from the Swedish girls.

“What’s up?”

“Stuart’s worried I’m not working on the next game.”

“Of course he is. Stuart, we have a lot going on.”

“We’ve been through that,” Joe chuckled. “I’m thinking since Stuart’s got Friday off from school we could use it to work on the next game.”

“Nights are for animation,” Dave nodded.

“Nights and weekends,” Stuart reminded them. “We have a lot to get done.”

“Yes of course,” Dave said, not really caring since his work on the animation would be the soundtrack music, far less than Joe directing and Stuart running the animation. “Connie, you’re helping with the voice talent?”

“Joe hasn’t asked, but when he does, I’ll say yes.”

“Good to know,” Joe chuckled.

“We need to go Joe,” Connie reminded him.

“Rignt. We’ll talk about this later. Say goodbye to Greta and Freja, boys.”

“They’re not staying?” Dave muttered, and Stuart looked disappointed too, and maybe relieved as well.

“Nope. They have a cruise to get to. I should shower and change,” Joe realized.

“Make it quick. Lindy and I will figure out your garb.”

“Thanks.”

Joe felt tucked in when he arrived at what turned out to actually be a glass house just off the beach. He rarely tucked in shirts except when fully suited, and truth be told he wore a suit, but linen, white jacket and pants no tie with a deep blue button shirt which Connie insisted he wear tucked in. The jacket would be worn when things got cooler on the cruise if he was allowed on. Walking to the entrance of the house, he had it draped over his shoulder, held by his hand, the other one close enough to Freja to touch her occasionally. They decided to have Freja be the girl of interest to Joe and vice versa. “We should fuck to make it real,” Freja whispered to him when the decision had been made. He certainly wouldn’t mind and knew Connie wouldn’t either, probably wanting to hear the blow by blow so to speak, and Lindy seemed to have gotten used to it, probably having to do with her sense of unworthiness, to which he would have to remind her she was worthy probably, and hopefully, for years to come.

One of the skills Joe had learned from a short lived relationship with an intense young woman had been approaching places he might not be welcomed, that is to act like he was confidant, even arrogant walking through the entrance, which he accomplished passing by what he presumed to be muscle by the muscles the man displayed beyond the short sleeves of his aloha shirt and the chest it draped over sitting on a stool just past the door chatting up a gorgeous Swede.

“Look who I found!” Freja announced to the several more gorgeous Swedes both lower and higher than them in the split level arrangement. Joe followed her to the lower part, a huge open area, a vast party room which, with the glass wall, seemed to continue out to the beach and the ocean beyond. Hot blondes in groups from two to four followed him with their eyes and the sound of Swedish however quietly spoken managed to fill the big space.

A group of four beauties approached them, like the rest of them including Greta and Freja, dressed in tight pants and shirts showing off their various, always slim bodies. They chatted in Swedish before Freja interrupted. “English please.”

“That’s okay,” Joe said. “You guys are more comfortable speaking Swedish.”

“They said they are surprised you are here, rude about it and we need to grab a jacket because we are leaving on the cruise.”

The most beautiful woman Joe had ever seen descended the stairs dramatically in flowing white linen that did nothing to hide her body, in fact its transparency revealed the shape of her smallish breasts and the darkness of her areola and nipples, and her pubic mound had either been shaved or the near white blonde hair of her head made any on her pubis invisible.

“Ursula,” Freja murmured quietly.

“I figured,” Joe returned.

More Swedish exchanged before Ursula asked, “You draw?”

“Yes,” Joe responded, pulling out the somewhat large pad from his shoulder bag in which he had drawn Freja and Greta both clothed in the park and sans shirts in the back of the car. Greta had been embarrassed about that, but Freja certainly wasn’t, even teasing her nipples hard for him.

“I will speak with Laurence.” She announced in Swedish, translated by Freja, for the women to grab their jackets. The bus would be arriving soon.

“Excuse us,” Freja giggled, pulling Joe into a kiss before disappearing up the stairs with Greta. The other ladies collected their jackets resting on various furniture.

“We have a few minutes,” said Ursula, taking Joe’s hand and pulling him up three flights of stairs to a huge master bedroom with a California king bed. The walls remained glass. “Polarized,” Ursula explained, about to remove her outfit.

“Leave it on,” Joe insisted. “Does Laurence have a fan?”

“Yes,” Ursula grinned beautifully and pulled out a dark fan on a stand from the closet.

“Stand in front of it,” Joe instructed and began drawing the flow of fabric and the near nakedness beneath it. It made for a longer drawing.

He showed it to her and she used her smartphone to photograph it and send it to Laurence. Her phone chimed. “Okay you can come along.”

“Do we have time for a nude?” Joe asked hopefully. “It will be much quicker.”

She giggled while turning off the fan, turning her back to him. “Hooks at the neck and the waist.”

The fabric flowed onto the floor. “How do you want me?” she asked mischievously.

“On your back on the bed?”

She lay back, her small breasts sturdy, nipples pointing, and she was indeed shaved clean. Lifting the farthest leg from him, bending the knee, her hand went to her pussy, the other to a breast. After moving her hand up far enough for her pussy to be seen, he left the other hand, having a second example available, he began drawing in earnest, capturing the intense beauty and the seductive expression of her face and moving down. Once past her breasts, she reached her hand across her chest to his hardened penis, caressing the lump.

“Mmm,” she commented. She attempted unzipping without success. “A little help?”

Unprofessionally, Joe set down his pad and unzipped and pulled out his cock, immediately seized by Ursula’s hand, fingers gently caressing him, explorative. Somehow he continued, once past her the slightly opened lips of her pussy, he paused to move her fingers back there before he worked on her legs.

Somehow she moved her torso to the edge of the bed without disturbing her lower configuration, bringing her mouth to his cock. “Ooh,” Joe moaned, causing her to giggle. With her hand free, it returned to her nipples.

Before he got to her feet, they heard a knock on the door. “Come in,” Ursula said and Freja entered. “I’m borrowing your boyfriend,” Ursula purred before taking in his cock again.

“Okay,” Freja muttered. “But the bus is here.”

“Almost done,” Joe told her, pulling his cock from Ursula’s mouth.

“Let me help with that,” Freja smirked, kneeling and sucking his knob.

“Oh fuck,” Joe moaned, Freja proving a much better cocksucker. He steadied himself and finished the drawing. “Done,” he announced.