Chapter 54

“Holy mother-” you gasped, your knees going weak for a second as Sabrina went to work, sucking and slurping on your balls.

“Never had that done before?” Gemma asked you.

“No,” you grunted, looking down at Sabrina as she smiled up at you from beneath your cock.

“I’ve never done it either,” Gemma said. “But now I want to. Rub your cock all over her face.”

You did, and Sabrina let you. Her spit started to cover her face as you shifted your weight and hips, flopping your cock against her cheeks and forehead as you groaned and Sabrina worked her tongue and lips around your balls.

“She’s such a cock-hungry whore,” Gemma murmured. She was sitting back in her chair now, a couple more buttons were undone on her shirt and one hand inside, cupping one of her tits.

“You’re not much better,” Sabrina said, detaching from your balls with a final lick. “But also yes.” She took you back in her mouth.

“Bitch,” Gemma laughed.

You took Sabrina’s hair in hand again, and she gladly let you start slow-thrusting into her throat again.

“Hold on, I want to see how far in you go,” Gemma said. “Flip her onto her back on the couch so her head is hanging off the side.”

“Oh, I think I know what you’re saying,” you said. You pulled away and Sabrina pouted at losing you from her mouth, making you laugh. “Come on, brat. Assume the position Gemma wants.”

“Fine,” she said, and rolled around on the couch until she was on her back, her ass pressed into the back of the seat and legs hooked up the back, and her head hanging off the front. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, all upside down.

You crouched down and kissed her, not caring that her face was slimy with spit or that you were the right way up while she was upside down.

“Mmm, spider-man kiss,” Sabrina laughed, which set you and Gemma off as well.

“You’re such a geek,” Gemma said.

“Takes one to know one, Miss Manga-Reader,” Sabrina said.

“I can’t deny it,” Gemma said. She’d undone and untucked her shirt now and was cupping her big tits in her hands over her bra. “Now shut her up, John, and fuck her face.”

“Yeah, fuck my face,” Sabrina said with a smile. “Make sure I don’t forget that you own my bratty little mouth, Daddy.”

“I swear, I’m literally going to spank you hard enough that you can’t sit down the next day at work,” you growled. “Stop with the Daddy talk.”

“OK, sorry, baby,” Sabrina said, a little mollified. “I pushed it too far.”

“It’s alright,” you said, exhaling.

“Can I make it up to you?” Sabrina asked.

You slid your cock into her mouth. “You don’t need to,” you said. “But I appreciate the thought.”

It took a couple of shifts in positioning and Sabrina sliding a bit lower on the couch to get the right angle. Soon enough you were sliding slow thrusts into her mouth, treating her throat like a tight, constricting pussy. You reached forward and pulled her bra up off of her tits and palmed them firmly, feeling her nipples slip between your fingers as you squeezed and they firmed up the last little bit they could.