“Hey man, can I ask you a favor?”
That question from Bruce, my neighbor, had come after a long casual conversation about fairly routine stuff: our jobs, mowing the lawn, the latest home improvement projects, etc.
We had a good neighborly relationship, so I responded agreeably: “Sure, what’s up?”
He quickly looked around, as if worried that someone might overhear us. Indeed, his voice was significantly quieter as he responded: “It’s kind of an unusual request. You don’t have to say yes, but if you don’t want to do it, will you promise to keep this conversation to yourself?”
I felt a little uneasy by the ambiguity of his request, but still nodded: “Uh, sure.”
Bruce’s volume was now down to almost a whisper. “It’s about my wife,” he said. “She’s turning thirty next week, and for her birthday, she wants … well, she asked me to arrange a gangbang.”
I tried to maintain a neutral composure on the outside, but on the inside, I was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions: shock (that had to be the wildest invitation I’d ever received); fear (I suddenly understood why Bruce had been looking around nervously, and I now worried my own wife had somehow overheard); hesitation (was Bruce really okay with the idea of other men screwing his wife??); and also … lust. Bruce’s wife was smoking hot.
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There was a sweet elderly couple that used to live in that house, but they had moved out about two years earlier. When they first told us that they had decided to move south, I was both curious and somewhat nervous about the identity of their replacements.
On moving-in day – a day when it’s usually tough to figure out the difference between the homeowners and their help – Bruce had noticed me in my front yard and proactively came over to introduce himself. He was a friendly, good-looking man, with a warm handshake – probably in his upper forties, I had assumed. He made a very positive first impression, and when I offered my assistance to help carry stuff in, he gladly received it.
In the midst of directing traffic, Bruce had done his best to introduce me to various friends & family members, although I didn’t meet his wife until much later in the afternoon.
That moment came somewhat awkwardly. I had just finished carrying (by myself) a small oak nightstand into the master bedroom, but as I set it down, one of the drawers came sliding out. As it landed on the carpeted floor, it spilled its contents: a colorful collection of sexy lingerie. In an embarrassed panic, I knelt down and hurriedly rushed to gather up the intimate items and shove them back into the drawer. I had nearly escaped the potential awkwardness of being caught when I suddenly felt a gentle touch on my shoulder.
I froze – with the final two pairs of thin lacy panties locked within my grasp – unwilling, at first, to turn around and face reality. The voice that belonged to the hand on my shoulder only made my face turn redder.
It was the voice of a female. “See anything you like?”
Groaning internally, I slowly began to spin around while sheepishly initiating my sincere apology. “Omigosh, I am soooo sorry … the drawer just spilled out …”
By that point, I had finished pivoting, and – while still kneeling on the floor – I found myself at eye level with a pair of attractive, smooth, toned, tanned legs. My gaze slowly traveled upward: up over a pair of very short shorts, up over a couple of inches of an exposed midriff with a bellybutton piercing, up over a tight-fitting tanktop that was straining to hold in the firmness of a full chest, and up to a breathtakingly gorgeous face that was smiling down at me.
My voice trailed off as the ability to speak temporarily fled from me.
In my awestruck silence, the beautiful blonde who was standing over me gestured to my fist that was still holding her underwear. “I’ll gladly shake your hand and introduce myself,” she said, “if you’d kindly give me those back.”
Flustered like a teenage boy facing his crush, I rose clumsily to my feet and handed over her panties.
“I’m Bruce’s wife,” she told me as she placed her soft hand in mine. “My name is Jordy. You must be our new neighbor.”
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Handling the underwear of your brand-new neighbor is certainly an interesting way to become acquainted, but we were all quickly able to laugh about it – even Bruce, when later that day he found out what happened. “I knew we should’ve packed that stuff in a separate box,” he had joked.
Over the weeks and months that followed, we developed a common friendly neighborly relationship – but I couldn’t get Jordy’s underwear out of my mind. How they looked. How they felt. How they must look on her. Fuck, every time I thought about that I started to get a little hard.
That was kind of a problem for the integrity of my marriage because the frequency of our sex never matched my appetite, and it became way too easy for dreams of Jordy to wander into my mind … and for the reality of her to capture my gaze. Every time I happened to notice that she was walking to their mailbox, or going out for a jog, or simply getting out of her car, I felt compelled to peer out the window and stare with appreciation at her exquisite form.
That problem only intensified when summer arrived, and – for the first time since they’d moved in – I caught my first glimpse of Jordy in a bikini. Oh my, was she delectable? I think my heart stopped beating for a moment. From the secluded privacy of my window, I couldn’t believe her perfection: she had legs for miles, her skin was flawless, and her curves were intoxicating. A pair of 36C’s (my estimation) was held in place by the skimpiest yellow triangles I’d ever seen, and her barely-there bottoms didn’t leave much to the imagination either. I practically started drooling on the windowsill as I watched her ass cheeks sway perfectly with every step as she turned toward their pool.
“What are you looking at?”
Shit. It was the voice of my wife. I quickly backed away from the window and tried to act nonchalant, knowing I couldn’t let her get to the window and find out what had been owning my attention. “Oh, nothing … I thought I heard the neighbor’s cat in our yard.” That was a valid excuse; one of our other neighbors had a cat that regularly roamed onto our property.
“Oh.” My wife shrugged and left the room. Whew, that was close.
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I learned my lesson that day. No, not the lesson that I shouldn’t be coveting my neighbor’s wife; simply that I needed to be more discrete about my voyeurism.
I stole many more glances in Jordy’s way that first summer, and she had quite the array of different bikinis – a collection that seemed to be almost as diverse as her other set of skimpy attire that I had encountered on their move-in day.
Over time, I also started to notice that Jordy and Bruce seemed like an odd pair. He was significantly older than her – at least fifteen years, I figured – and while they got along well, they didn’t seem to be super affectionate toward each other. If I had a wife who looked like that and who wore bikinis that looked like that, it would be very hard to keep my hands off of her, but Bruce didn’t seem to have quite the same magnetic attraction.
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All of those observations came rushing back to me the instant that Bruce proposed his request for a very unusual ‘favor.’ I stalled for a moment by posing a genuine question back to him: “Are you serious?”
Bruce furtively looked around the neighborhood again, and then nodded. “I know that’s been a long-time fantasy of hers,” he said. “I think I’m finally comfortable enough with the idea to let her have it.”
I didn’t ask questions. I wasn’t sure that I would’ve wanted to know the answers. “I’m not sure if I can say yes,” I responded, “but if so, what would that look like?”
Bruce had clearly thought it through. Without hesitation, he answered: “Her birthday’s next Tuesday. I picture making her ‘open and available’ from 7-9 pm, so during that window, whenever it’d be safe for you to sneak away from your house for a little bit, just come over. We’ll rotate you in.”
His use of the word “we” triggered another question in my mind: “How many guys do you have lined up?”
Once again, Bruce was quick with his answer. “So far there’s three. Plus me. If you come, that’d be at least five.”
For some reason, I hadn’t pictured him being there while his wife willingly got ravaged by a bunch of strangers. Eyebrows raised, I vocalized my surprise: “Oh, you’ll be there too?”
“Yeah,” Bruce laughed as if this was totally normal. “What, you think I’d let you guys all have the fun without me??”
“I, uh …” I stammered, not sure how to respond without insulting him.
Bruce interjected: “Think about it.” He glanced down at my crotch and winked at me. “I do see that I piqued your interest, though.”
I had known I was getting hard during the conversation, but I didn’t think it had become noticeable. Glancing down, I found out I was wrong. Turning slightly red, I stammered: “Umm, yeah …”
Bruce whispered again: “By the way, as you probably assumed, this would stay completely confidential. No other wives would ever know about it.” Then, with a big grin on his face, Bruce promptly wished me a good afternoon and walked away, as if we hadn’t talked about anything more noteworthy than the weather.
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I was a mess of different thoughts the rest of that Saturday … and the following day … and Monday too.
On one hand, I had just been invited to nail my neighbor’s wife. I greedily visualized splitting her gorgeous legs and imagined what her uncovered breasts might look like as they bounced back and forth with every thrust into her.
On the other hand, I was married, and I had never cheated on my wife before. Would I feel guilty afterward? What if something went horribly wrong and I got caught?
On one hand, my voyeuristic and secretly bicurious tendencies were highly aroused by the thought of also watching a bunch of guys fill Jordy’s holes.
On the other hand: Who else would be there? Would that be awkward?
All the way up until Tuesday late afternoon, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I also wasn’t quite sure how I would be able to slip out of the house for an undefined period of time without my wife asking too many questions.
Around 5 pm, however, my indecisiveness was suddenly resolved when my phone rang. My wife, who had been working all day, greeted me and then asked: “I know this is last minute, but some of my coworkers talked about going out to dinner together and then catching a movie. Would it be alright with you if I just stayed out here with them?”
I nearly dropped the phone, but I had to play it cool. “Uh, sure,” I answered, forcing myself to respond casually. “What time do you expect you’d be home?” I held my breath, knowing that her answer to that would be critical in determining my immediate future.
“Oh, I dunno,” she said, thinking for a moment. “Probably around 9:30 or so?”
Perfect. Cheerily, I responded: “Okay – well, have a good time then!”
We ended the call shortly thereafter. My wife didn’t know it, but she had just indirectly granted me an open window to love my neighbor’s wife.
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It was around 7:20 when I walked over to my neighbor’s house. It was so hard to wait those twenty minutes, but I didn’t want to be the first one there and appear too eager.
By the time I arrived, therefore, Jordy’s “birthday present” was already underway – and it was a very surreal experience. Bruce had left the front door open with a sign that said “Just come in” (double entendre?), and the moment that I walked through the door, I heard the sounds of sex: grunting, passionate moaning, and a bed creaking.
As I walked slowly down the hallway, it also looked like sex. The first evidence I saw was Bruce who – with his back toward me – was standing right outside the doorway of their bedroom, completely naked. I noted with amusement that he actually had a nicely toned ass for an older guy. Not wanting to startle him, I whispered “hey” when I was about ten feet away.
Bruce whirled around, and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. “Oh good, you made it!”
I couldn’t help but glance at what was now facing me – his right hand curled tightly around a healthy-looking cock.
Apparently, he noticed my gaze, and chuckled: “Remember, you’re here for Jordy, not for me.”
I quickly looked back up at him: “Oh, I know that, I just …” I wasn’t sure what to say.
Bruce smiled and spoke softly: “It’s okay. For what it’s worth, I’m actually kind of bi … but right now, my wife needs you. Why don’t you go get undressed in the other room and then come join in.”
Right as he said that, whichever guy was currently inside his wife cried out, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!!” I heard Jordy immediately respond: “Oh FUCK yes!! Ohh, give it to me.”
I needed no further inspiration. I rushed into the adjacent room to take off my clothes.
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When I stepped back into the hallway, Bruce wasn’t standing there anymore. Jordy’s hungry voice instantly clued me into Bruce’s whereabouts: “Yes, baby, suck his cum out of me – did you like watching another man fuck me, huh??”
I peeked into the room. Walking right toward me was one of my other neighbors, Chris. I was a bit startled to see him – in part because I was seeing him completely naked, looking quite flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Apparently, he was the one who had just made his contribution – and now he had to get back home to his own wife. He smiled at me as soon as he saw my face peering in. “Welcome to the party. She’s a great fuck, man. Enjoy her.”
As he stepped past me, I took in the rest of the scene: a man I didn’t recognize was in the process of inserting his cock into Jordy’s mouth, and Bruce’s face was buried between her thighs … but I wasn’t focused on either of those men. For the first time, I was seeing what I had fantasized about for nearly two years: Jordy, completely naked. Her birthday suit was a marvelous sight to behold, and whatever shyness my cock had about the odd nature of this experience was instantly erased.
Jordy hadn’t seen me yet – she was too busy throating the dick in her mouth – but that allowed me to stare at, and drool over, every inch of her incredible body. Her breasts, capped off by the hard nubs of her pale-colored nipples, were even more perfect than I had anticipated. Every curve was just crying out to be touched … but for the moment, I started touching just myself, happily stroking my throbbing cock in unison with the guy that was fucking her mouth.
About a minute later, Bruce had apparently finished his job, and he slowly backed away from Jordy’s crotch. She was completely shaven, and her beautiful pink labia proudly introduced themselves, providing a perfect frame to the tempting darkness that was hidden in between.
I was fixated on the intoxicating view of Jordy’s snatch … until Bruce’s voice interrupted my tunnel vision: “May I?”
I had been oblivious about where Bruce had positioned himself until I glanced down and found him kneeling on the floor in front of me, his face merely inches away from the hard muscle that was held tightly in my grasp. Caught off guard, I didn’t know what to say, so I just stood there.
Perhaps sensing my confusion, Bruce repeated his question and added to it: “May I? May I lubricate your cock with my tongue before you fuck my wife?”
I had never been sucked by a guy before. It wasn’t the only ‘first’ that I was about to do that night, though, so … “Uh, sure.”
Bruce smiled eagerly – as if he’d been hoping for this moment – and quickly closed the gap of the few inches between us so that he could slide his big manly mouth over the girth of my cock.
I groaned loudly the instant that my cock disappeared into the warm cavity of my neighbor’s mouth. Whether male or female, a mouth is a mouth, and it felt fucking fantastic. Standing there with my hands on my hips as Bruce expertly throated my cock, it occurred to me that his exceptional talent might be because he owns one too. As if reading my mind, his hand reached up and started tracing my taint.
“Fuckkk …” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t cum in my neighbor’s mouth – not this quick!! Through Bruce’s blow job felt astonishingly incredible, I was there for Jordy, so I reluctantly pulled out of his mouth and stepped back.
Thankfully, Bruce didn’t seem disappointed at all. Instead, he shifted sideways on the floor so I could step forward straight toward his wife. “I think you’re ready,” he said. “Fuck her hard for me, will ya?”
I didn’t need to be asked twice.
When I knelt on the edge of the bed between her outstretched legs, thus shifting the mattress, Jordy temporarily detached from the cock in her mouth and noticed me for the first time. To my delight, her entire face brightened up: “Omigosh, I can’t believe you’re here!! Fuck, you have no idea, I have wanted you in my pussy so bad for like two years now.”
The stranger who had been buried in her mouth turned to see who she was talking to. Jordy noticed that and quickly made introductions. “This is Tom – my husband’s best friend, the best man in our wedding, Tom and I may or may not have fucked each other the morning of my wedding.” They both laughed. Apparently, Jordy’s naughtiness was not a new thing.
Tom started climbing off the bed. “She’s all yours,” he told me. “She’s been telling me for a while about this new neighbor she wants to fuck, so I’ll let you two just enjoy each other for a minute.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing – not only was I about to fulfill my secret fantasy of uniting with this incredible beauty, but she had been longing for it too?!?
“How do you want me?” Jordy’s question to me was both genuine and seductive.
I hadn’t come with any expectations. I flipped the question back to her: “How do you want me to take you?”
She smiled greedily and sat upon the bed, her breasts falling into place perfectly. “A bed’s too ordinary. I want the first time you fuck me to be somewhere else … somewhere that – any time you and your wife come over here – only you and I will both secretly know that you split me in half in that spot.”
“You are so fucking sexy,” I groaned, and I instantly thought of a place. “Dining room table.”
Jordy’s eyes lit up. “Oh FUCK yes.”
She jumped off the bed, grabbed my hand, and practically ran down the hallway toward the dining room, pulling me along behind her. Seeing her shapely ass cheeks bounce in front of me gave me inspiration for the first position to try.
As soon as we reached the table, I groaned my lustful desire: “Bend over.”
Jordy voiced fake alarm as she bent at the waist to stretch out her top half onto the table: “Why, daddy, what are you going to do to me? Have I been a bad girl?”
It felt weird to skip foreplay, but this was a gangbang, after all. I lined up the swollen tip of my cock right outside the inner folds of her delicate pussy lips. “Yes, you’ve been very bad,” I told her.
“Oh no – what are you going to do to me? Are you going to FUCK me??” Jordy whimpered playfully.
I didn’t answer – I just started pushing my thick rod into my neighbor’s wife.
Jordy gasped and moaned with erotic pleasure as the plush walls of her tight wet vagina expanded to absorb my cock. I didn’t stop until I was all the way in, groaning instinctually as I reached the end of the line.
“Oh fuck, you feel so fucking good inside of me,” Jordy breathed out. “Uhh, I can’t believe how you just filled me up so quickly …”
“Everything about you is so fucking amazing,” I said softly in return. I added an honest revelation: “I’ve been dreaming about a moment like this ever since you moved in.”
“Oh fuck, thank you, me too,” Jordy echoed … as I began slowly pumping her. “Tell me, have you ever jacked off to thoughts of me?”
“Mmhmm,” I moaned my affirmation. “I lost count.”
Jordy murmured her delight. “Mmm, that’s so hot … I wish I had known that sooner. I’ve had a few lonely nights where I’ve sat on the couch looking at your house and fingered myself to an orgasm while picturing you inside me; I guess I should’ve just called you to come over.”
I had a new reason to spend more time looking out the window.
In the meantime, the sounds of my crotch slapping against her ass were reverberating loudly throughout the dining room. Our verbal dialogue was quickly replaced by more animalistic sounds of grunting, moaning, and the occasional “fuck yes.”
Her tight young pussy was the best thing I had felt around my cock in years, and my thrusts into her became increasingly intense. At one point, Jordy called out: “Are you gonna cum soon?”
I was trying to hold back as long as I could. “Why?”
“I wanna cum at the same time as you,” Jordy answered. “Can we switch positions? I want to do it while riding you.”
“Gladly,” I moaned. As I pulled out, some of Chris’ deposits dripped onto the hardwood floor between her feet. Sloppy seconds had never felt so good.
As Jordy moved sideways and I started positioning myself on the table, I noticed that both Bruce and Tom had been standing in the doorway behind us. Both of them had big grins on their faces – contentedly stroking their own cocks – while they watched us. I smiled sheepishly as Jordy playfully pushed me down and climbed over me as soon as my back was against the tabletop.
I held my breath in delirious anticipation as this incredible beauty grabbed my cock, lined it up, and slowly lowered her hips until my head was poking her entrance. Pausing for dramatic effect, she looked at me and smiled wide: “Do you want me to mount you?”
“Fuck yes,” I groaned out.
She obliged immediately. In one swift motion, Jordy slammed her hips downward, and her wonderful pussy immediately absorbed my cock once again.
I briefly closed my eyes in sheer ecstasy as I impaled her. “Ohhh fucckkkk …”
For the next several glorious minutes, Jordy bounced on my lap, and I pushed my crotch up into her as strongly as I could. At one point, Jordy bent over at the waist to lay down on top of me, bringing her face down to mine, and she instantly started kissing me passionately on the lips. It didn’t take long for our tongues to find each other’s, and we made out with boundless intensity while she continued to grind her clit against my mound.
She broke away from our kiss only to announce that her goal was about to be fulfilled: “Oh fuck yes, oh I’m gonna cum, you’re gonna make me cum …”
I grabbed her hips even tighter and pushed her down into me, forcing my cock to somehow go even deeper than before. “Yes, give it to me,” I urged her on.
“UNNNHHHH!!!!!” Jordy cried out loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Her body stiffened in climax for several long seconds and then went limp as her orgasmic release took over her body.
The surge of her wetness that enveloped my cock was the final straw for me, and I pleaded: “Do you want my cum?”
“Uh-huh,” Jordy mumbled.
“Happy birthday,” I breathed out, as a massive load that had been waiting so patiently was finally able to assemble and come exploding out of my cock. I groaned with absolute pleasure as one powerful pulse after another launched my thick cum into the deepest recesses of my neighbor’s wife. Jordy lay contentedly on top of me as I filled her up, clenching her vagina tightly around my quaking cock.
We lay there for a minute in a post-orgasmic haze until Jordy interrupted the silence with a mind-blowing request. Smiling at me, she asked: “Can you go again?”
My wife was almost always one-and-done. It had been a really long time since I had the opportunity for an immediate second round. “I’d love to,” I responded.
Jordy brought her lips to mine. As we resumed kissing, she resumed slowly grinding against my crotch.
“Can I help?” It was Bruce’s voice.
Jordy separated her lips from mine to ask her husband a question back: “Me or him?”
“Hmmm,” Bruce wondered aloud and was then silent for a moment. “I think him – if he’s up for it.”
Jordy chuckled, and looked back at me: “Do you want my husband to fuck your ass while you fuck me?”
“Seriously??” I was experienced with anal self-play, but no guy had ever entered me. Apparently, Bruce wasn’t kidding when he said he was slightly bi.
Jordy’s response inadvertently revealed how long she and Bruce had been maintaining an open relationship: “Seriously. The morning of our wedding, Bruce unexpectedly came over to my apartment and caught Tom fucking me – but instead of canceling the wedding or breaking up with me, he simply fucked Tom instead. That changed everything.”
Tom chimed in: “Seriously. I thought we were screwed, but then I actually got screwed … and I learned that there’s nothing like a man’s cock hitting your prostate while you’re buried inside his girl. The three of us have only done that a couple of times since then, but those are probably some of the best orgasms I’ve ever had.”
A smile emerged on Jordy’s face as she happily reminisced. “Mmm, fuck yes, that’s so hot.” Glancing over her shoulder toward Tom, she invited him back in: “Come here and stick your dick in my mouth again. I want all three of you at the same time.” Looking back at me, she gave me an option: “It’s totally up to you, though, I’m good either way: do you want my husband in my own ass or in yours?”
I was so overwhelmed by the eroticism of the moment, I think I would’ve been willing to try anything. I took a deep breath and answered courageously: “Mine.”
Before Jordy could say anything in response, Tom stepped forward and re-inserted his large cock into the space between her luscious kissable lips. I watched in amazement as half of his dick disappeared into her mouth … and, from somewhere behind Jordy, I heard Bruce open what I assumed was a bottle of lube.
A few moments later, while Tom’s manhood was poking Jordy’s precious cheeks from the inside out, I felt the unfamiliar sensation of a dick pressing its tip into the crack between my ass cheeks. The combination of lube and flesh was so arousingly warm that it instantly prompted me to spread my legs further apart.
Bruce spoke up: “You sure you want this?”
I pushed up more firmly into Jordy while I simultaneously concentrated on relaxing my sphincter to accommodate the biggest object that had ever entered me. “Uh-huh,” I groaned.
Gently, but firmly, Bruce slowly started pushing his manhood into me.
It was absolutely mind-blowing to be buried inside Jordy’s amazing pussy while feeling myself getting stuffed. It was so mind-blowing that – as soon as Bruce had pushed most of his thick cock into my ass – the unthinkable happened. I felt the crescendo building, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. To no one in particular, or perhaps to everyone, I cried out: “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!!!”
Albeit muffled by what was occupying her mouth, Jordy murmured her approval, and – a few seconds later – Bruce felt my anal muscles spasm violently around the firmness of his cock. My cum erupted into Jordy for the second time in so many minutes, at the same time that my anal cavity tightly squeezed the foreign object that was completely filling me up.
Bruce remained fairly motionless during my orgasm, but as soon as the quaking pulses slowed down, he asked me: “Do you mind if I keep going?”
I was delirious, contentedly exhausted, and helpless to do anything but lay there. “Fuck me,” I breathed out softly.
That’s exactly what he did – and so did his wife, whose cowgirl motions somehow kept my cock completely hard. In a post-orgasmic haze, the ensuing minutes were somewhat of a blur, but I was subconsciously aware that Bruce shot a load inside my ass, and that Jordy came again while riding my cock. I think she might’ve swallowed a load from Tom as well, but I only regained full alertness when Bruce pulled out of me and I felt his cum start running out of my ass.
“You alright?” Jordy was looking at me quizzically, a sly smile draped across her face.
“Yeah,” I finally spoke. “I just … wow, this has been absolutely incredible.”
Jordy looked relieved that I was okay. “How soon do you need to get back home?”
I ignored her question: “I want to taste your pussy.”
Jordy’s eyebrows shot up in what seemed to be a mixture of surprise and delight. “I made it be Bruce’s job to suck out the cum of other guys tonight … do you really want to drink yourself?”
I honestly hadn’t thought about that, but I didn’t care. “I just want to eat you,” I responded.
“Fuck,” Jordy stated abruptly. “Then come fucking eat me, yes please.”
