ScoringChance217:Sorry about that.
ScoringChance217:Can I make it up to you?
Me:Depends on how you plan to do that.
A picture comes through, and Chance’s beautiful cock fills my screen when I click to enlarge it.
Me:It’s going to take more than just a picture...
A notification for a video chat pops up, and I tap to accept.
The room he’s in is dimly lit by the lamp on the nightstand. His camera is facing his lower body, his hand wrapped around his dick as he pumps himself in slow strokes.
Beside me, Presley slides her fingers over her clit, matching Chance’s speed as she rubs herself.
“Are you alone?” Chance’s deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.
“No. I’m here with my girlfriend.” I move the phone to show him what she’s doing to herself. “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
Chance groans. “Not at all. Why don’t you taste her for me?”
I move to settle between her legs, and when I point the camera to give Chance a glimpse of her glistening pussy, she spreads open her lips with her fingers.
“Fuck,” Chance hisses. “So perfect.”
Presley takes the phone from me so I can have my hands free. I flatten my tongue and slide it over her in one slow sweep. “Mmm, she’s sweet too.”
The sounds of Presley’s moans fill the room, and I can hear Chance breathing heavy in the background. “Just like that,” he whispers. “Lick her nice and slow. Make her beg for it.”
I keep a steady pace, and soon her hips rock to match my rhythm. “Your tongue feels incredible, Stephen.”
“Look how much he enjoys it,” Chance says. “I bet his dick is rock hard, leaking at the tip like it’s weeping to be inside you.”
I grind my dick into the mattress, trying to relieve the building ache. “You should come here and have a taste of her. I don’t think she’d mind, would you, pretty girl?”
She arches her back and moans. “Please, Chance. Come here.”
All of the pretending goes out the window. Within seconds, I can feel Chance’s presence in the room.
His hands smooth over the backs of my legs, over the swell of my ass, and up along my spine until his fingers grip the back of my neck. He pulls me up, and I rise onto my knees as he slams his lips against mine. His tongue surges inside my mouth, swirling around to savor the taste of Presley.
He pulls back and points to the edge of the bed. “Come here, rebel. Hang your head off the side for me so I can feel those pretty lips wrap around my cock.”
Presley shifts until she’s lying horizontally across the bed with her head hanging over the edge of the mattress, legs spread wide so I can continue to have my way with her.
I lean down and caress her face. “Chance is going to fuck your mouth while I fuck your pussy. I know how much our girl loves to be filled up by her men at the same time.”
“Please, hurry,” she whispers.
“So needy.” Chance clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’re such a greedy little slut for us. I can’t wait for you to drain us of every drop.”
I tear open a condom from the nightstand drawer, and roll it over my length before taking my spot between Presley’s thighs. I grip her ankles and hike up her knees to her chest, spreading her open wide.
Chance taps his crown against her lips. “Open for me, baby.”
At the same time Chance slides inside her mouth, I slide into her pussy. The both of us let out loud sighs of relief.
I’m mesmerized by the sight of Presley’s throat swelling around his cock, and it takes all of my restraint to keep my hips from drilling her against the mattress so I can come hard and fast.