Night Calls - Episode 19

Jesse’s hand gripped the back of my neck while Kirsten pressed her bare tits against my chest. The music downstairs thumped through the floorboards, but up here the only sound that mattered was the wet slide of Kirsten’s tongue as she dragged it across my lower lip. Jesse laughed low in his throat and shoved two fingers between my thighs, finding me already slick. He pumped them once, twice, then pulled them free to smear the shine across Kirsten’s mouth. She sucked his fingers clean, eyes locked on mine. I reached for Jesse’s cock—thick, heavy, already leaking—and stroked him slow while Kirsten sank to her knees and took me into her mouth. Her tongue worked in tight circles around the head before she swallowed me deeper, nose brushing my stomach. Jesse stepped in close behind her, spread her ass, and drove into her without warning. Kirsten moaned around my cock, the vibration racing up my spine. He fucked her hard enough to push her forward, forcing me deeper down her throat with every thrust. Sweat beaded on Jesse’s chest. Kirsten’s nails dug crescents into my thighs. The three of us moved like one machine built for pleasure—wet, loud, relentless—until Jesse’s rhythm faltered and he spilled inside her with a raw, guttural sound. Kirsten kept sucking until I followed, pulsing against her tongue, and she swallowed every drop like it was the only thing she’d come here for.