Rock, Paper, Pussy

Jenna Foxx might've swallowed every prize in some pussy contest, but the first tongue on XWife Karen's perfect cunt? I won that round with a single decisive flick of paper beats rock. Having them both in my room felt filthy and clean at the same time, like two wildfires meeting on an unlit bed. I spread Karen’s thighs wide open and sank my mouth between her slick lips before Jenna could even kneel. Salty, sweet, a heartbeat pounding against my tongue. Every lap pulled another low moan out of Karen while Jenna watched, eyes glazed, ready to take whatever was left. We traded places without words, just wet mouths and grasping hands, everything slick and urgent until the sheets stuck to our skin and Karen’s thighs clamped so tight around my skull I thought she’d leave bruises for the morning.