Continue sucking his cock
From Create Your Own Story
your jockstraps straining slightly with each step, the elastic digging in just enough to remind you of your own arousal.
Without needing to speak, you and Kevin press your chests against the sofa's high backrest, your hands gripping the cushioned top for balance as you arch your backs, presenting yourselves. The smooth leather feels almost shockingly cool against your overheated skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth radiating from your bodies. You glance over your shoulder just as Rod and Mike finish undressing—boots hitting the floor with dull thuds, shirts peeled away to reveal sweat-slicked torsos, their movements urgent but controlled.
Mike's gaze locks onto the two of you, his lips parting slightly as he drinks in the sight. "Look at that," he murmurs, voice rough, his fingers flexing at his sides like he's already imagining the grip he'll take.
Rod steps forward, his cock stiff and flushed against his stomach. "So fucking sexy," he agrees, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall to his side, his knuckles brushing against his thigh.
You feel the heat of their stares like a physical touch, and Kevin shifts beside you, his breath coming faster. "Horny fucking slut boys, aren't you?" Rod taunts, finally stepping out of the last of his clothes, the fabric pooling at his feet.
Kevin doesn't hesitate. "Fuck yeah we are," he growls, and the sharp crack of his palm against his own ass echoes through the room, the sound mingling with your shared, ragged breaths.
