Chapter 591

“Yes, Oh Mother of God, fucking yes!”

Tasha, despite her revelations, wasn’t turned off at all and Becks was more than happy to let her have the first go. Or be the first go.

You were fucking her hard and fast in missionary, her entire body rocking with each of your thrusts and her nipples scraping against your chest as you pressed down close to her. She’d already come once, grinding her juicy labia all over your chin, lips and nose until you’d pinned her in place with your hands on her waist and sucked hard on her clit. No more ‘blue clit’ for her anymore, that was for damn sure. When Becks had prompted her that you were ready for some ‘blonde quim’ (where she came up with that filthy word you’d have to ask later) Tasha had rolled off of you onto her back, spread her legs and used the fingers of both hands to spread her cunt, begging you silently for your cock.

“Fuck, you’re tight, Tash,” you groaned. “Beautifully tight. Wonderfully.”

She laughed breathily. “I’ve been working on my kegel exercises. I’m planning on snapping off your dick while it’s inside me and running away with it one of these days.”

“You’re welcome to try, but I think you’d get some complaints,” you chuckled, then leaned in and kissed her savagely, your lips mashing together. She had her arms up and crossed behind your neck and pulled you down even tighter against her and pinned her knees to your sides.

“Damn straight she would,” Becks said, rubbing your back and then taking Tasha’s foot in one hand and giving it a wiggle. “Unless of course, she shares once she gets it stuffed and mounted.”

That got Tasha snickering, which made her core muscles flutter, and you groaned as you chuckled as well and buried your face in the crook of her neck, smelling the sun and lotion and sweet sweat from your day out. Then Tash moaned in your ear, and you knew that moan - Becks was doing something with her foot.

Friends help friends with their kinks. It was only right.

“Yep, that was a good one,” Becks sighed, still breathless after her climax.

“For both of you,” Tasha hummed, her grin looking like it was permanently fixed on her face as she snuggled up next to Becks. The darker-skinned woman was on her back, breathing heavily, while Tasha was trailing her fingers through the streaks of your cum that crisscrossed Becks’ wobbling bust.

You were breathing hard as well, having fallen back away from them after fucking Becks to her first orgasm of the afternoon. She’d almost gotten you to pop inside her, pressing her feet to your chest and fucking back at you with the leverage as you watched her tits bounce and her chin work between Tasha’s butt cheeks as she ate her out.

You’d known you wanted a quick breather, though, once you popped and having a bit of cleanup to do would help with that. Not to mention that for however good creampieing Becks felt, the visual element of unloading on her chest or face was still a sexual delicacy.