Hungry for Dick!

Lucy and Marie were halfway through some late-night flick, sprawled across the mattress in Marie’s room. Then Lucy’s stomach growled. She padded out, bare feet silent on the carpet, heading for the kitchen. Halfway there, she saw Bill stretched on the couch, fly unzipped, dick hard and heavy against his stomach, veins already pulsing. Her hunger switched tracks. No more chips, no more candy—that fat shaft was all she wanted now. She dropped to her knees before he even opened his eyes. Hot breath first, then her lips stretched wide around the swollen head, tongue lapping at the leaking slit. She swallowed him in one greedy slide until her nose brushed his skin and her throat clenched tight. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her tits, but she didn’t stop. She fucked her own mouth on him, gagging loud, eyes watering, working every inch until her pussy throbbed in time with the pulse on her tongue. Bill groaned, grabbed her hair, shoved deeper. Lucy moaned around the thick meat, hungry as hell and finally getting fed.