The line went dead. I stared at the phone for a second, frowning. That was strange as hell. What the fuck just happened? Tuck wasn’t the type to ask for help unless shit had really hit the fan. I shook my head, pushing the uneasy thoughts aside for now, and turned my attention back to the girls.
I gave Kayla’s ass one last firm squeeze, digging my fingers into the soft, marked flesh before finally letting go. With my other hand, I reached for the remote and cranked up the movie volume, letting the loud action scenes fill the room again. Then I leaned back fully into the couch, relaxing.
"Be sure to swallow it all, honey, okay?" I told Minne, my voice low and manding. "Don’t spill a single drop on the ground."
"Y-yesh, Mastherh..." she mumbled obediently around my cock, her words muffled and cute.
"Who was it?" Kayla asked again, still curious, her head resting on my shoulder.
"Tuck. An old friend from my old job," I said, my breathing starting to grow heavier as the pleasure built. "I think he needs my help or something."
"Something serious?" Kayla pressed.
"Didn’t feel like it," I replied, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. The sensation between my legs was being too much to ignore. "Oh, fuck. Go harder, Minne. Deeper. I’m close. Be a good girl for me."
Minne obeyed instantly, sucking me harder and taking me deeper into her throat with wet, eager sounds. Her head bobbed faster, saliva dripping down my shaft as she worked me with everything she had.
I placed my hand on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair, guiding her rhythm. A deep groan rumbled from my chest as the pressure coiled tighter in my balls.
Kayla smirked, clearly enjoying the show. She leaned in closer and pressed her soft lips against mine in a deep, hungry kiss. While our tongues tangled, she whispered filthily against my mouth, "You look so hot like this... using her pretty little mouth while I’m right here. Does her throat feel good, baby? You gonna flood her with all that thick cum?"
The dirty words from Kayla’s lips pushed me over the edge.
I pushed Minne’s head down firmly, forcing my cock all the way to the hilt. She choked hard around me, her throat convulsing and squeezing deliciously as tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
With a loud groan, I came hard, pulsing rope after thick rope of cum straight down her throat.
The wet, audible gulps filled the space between us as Minne desperately swallowed every drop, her throat working visibly around my shaft. I kept her head pinned there for several long seconds, savoring the tight heat and the feeling of her struggling to take it all, before I finally released her.
Minne pulled off with a gasp, panting and breathless. Strings of saliva and cum connected her swollen lips to my cock as she sucked in deep lungfuls of air, her chest heaving.
"Good girl," I praised, stroking her hair gently.
"Thank you, Master," she breathed, still catching her breath, her voice hoarse. "I swallowed it all... every drop."
I smiled down at her, satisfied. "Go take a shower, okay?"
"Yes, Master," Minne replied obediently. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and got up, legs a little shaky as she headed toward the bathroom.
With Minne gone to the shower, I leaned back heavily against the couch, tilting my head up to stare at the ceiling. My body felt heavy, pleasantly exhausted. My cock lay half-hard against my thigh, still glistening and twitching occasionally from the recent orgasm. The movie continued playing in the background, but it was nothing more than background noise now.
Tuck, huh? The thought kept circling in my head. Man, I had this gut feeling that something messed up was waiting for me at that gas station. Whatever it was, I wanted nothing to do with it. But... Tuck was a friend. One of the few I actually valued. I couldn’t just leave him hanging if he was in trouble.
Kayla shifted beside me. She smoothly lifted one smooth leg and draped her thigh across my crotch. Then she positioned my slick cock between her warm, soft thighs and began squeezing them together. The pressure was incredible... tight, silky, and teasing. She milked my sensitive length slowly, drawing out the last drops of cum from me.
"You look troubled," Kayla said softly, her voice laced with affection as she kept rhythmically squeezing her thighs. The friction felt so good I thought I could cum a second time if she kept it up.
"Yeah," I groaned, finally meeting her eyes. "Well, I wouldn’t call it troubled. Just tired."
Kayla gave one last, firm squeeze with her thighs, pressing them together hard enough to pull the final beads of cum from my cock. Then she relaxed her legs, letting my dick flop heavily onto her bare thigh with a wet slap. A small string of cum connected us for a moment before breaking.
She leaned forward without hesitation, lifting my softening cock gently with two fingers. Using her other hand, she gathered the messy streaks of cum that had dripped onto her thigh, both mine and the remnants she’d milked out. Then, looking me right in the eyes with a playful, filthy little smile, she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, savoring every drop like it was a treat.
After that, Kayla let my cock rest fully on her thigh again and began playing with it lazily. Her fingers traced the thick veins along the shaft, circling the head, gently tugging and stroking as it continued to soften in her hand. It was intimate, relaxed, and strangely forting.
"You know," she began, resting her head back on my shoulder, "I was thinking..."
"Thinking what?" I smiled, turning my head to kiss the crown of her head.
"Maybe... I mean, if that’s okay with you and the others," she said hesitantly, "I could... I dunno, e to the beach with you guys."
"Are you crazy?" I chuckled, genuinely surprised but pleased. "Of course you can. Just don’t wear something... too revealing, you know?"
"I’m gonna wear a bikini, for fuck’s sake, Evan," she laughed.
"I mean... look, you want me to say it bluntly?"
"Yeah?" Kayla’s index finger rested on the tip of my dick, playfully pushing it up and down, toying with the bead of precum still leaking there.
"You have the greatest ass this country has ever seen," I said honestly. "And when you wear a revealing bikini, every other guy on the beach is going to stare. Look, I kinda... don’t have a problem with that. But you read the news. How perverts take photos of girls at the beach and post them online. It happened TWICE yesterday."
"So what?" She shrugged, pletely unbothered. "My ass will be on the internet. They can just jerk off to it... while you get to fuck it day and night. Fuck it until I can’t even sit straight."
Wow.
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