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By *2play OP Man
22 weeks ago
Cardiff |
We’re back where we love to be: the dim, after-hours corner of the bar, that well-worn pool table promising another show. This time, the spotlight is on Lucía, Miguel, and Dante—Julian stands off to the side, happily letting them steal the scene.
Lucía has a wicked sparkle in her eyes as she positions herself between Miguel and Dante. The plan? To work them both into a frenzy of tongue and touch.
The Setup
Miguel stands leaned back against the edge of the pool table with his jeans tugged open, cock already half-erect. Lucía grips his shaft with one hand, stroking him in a slow, steady rhythm. She glances at Dante, who’s kneeling in front of Miguel, ready for whatever comes next.
“I want to watch you swallow his cum,” Lucía purrs, her voice dripping with mischief. “And I want both of you moaning while I do something filthy to Miguel’s ass.”
Dante licks his lips, nodding with a grin. “Hell yes,” he growls, leaning in to flick his tongue across the tip of Miguel’s dick.
Miguel shudders, chest heaving in anticipation. “You both know exactly how to wind me up,” he murmurs, letting out a ragged laugh.
A Cock in the Spotlight
Lucía presses her palm more firmly around Miguel’s shaft, pumping him with a sure, deliberate tempo. She points it toward Dante, who opens his mouth, letting the head of Miguel’s cock slide inside. Together, they create a shiver-inducing double sensation: Lucía’s hand and Dante’s mouth working in perfect sync.
“Fuck, that feels incredible,” Miguel breathes.
Dante hums an agreement, cheeks hollowing around Miguel’s dick. Every now and then, Lucía eases Miguel fully out of Dante’s mouth to stroke him vigorously, then guides him back between Dante’s parted lips.
Lucía’s Tongue on Miguel’s Ass
Leaning in close, Lucía shifts her position—one hand still wrapped around Miguel’s cock, the other supporting her weight. Then, with a quick, filthy grin, she snakes her tongue down past Miguel’s balls, searching out that sensitive ring of muscle just beneath them.
Miguel’s voice hitches: “Oh, god…that’s so fucking good…”
He arches his back, letting out breathy moans as Lucía’s warm, slick tongue covers his ass, each swirl sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Dante watches in rapt fascination, pausing momentarily to let Miguel’s cock rest on his tongue.
Lucía marks the moment by whispering, “You love this, don’t you?” before she resumes, driving soft circles around Miguel’s hole, occasionally pressing just enough to make him squirm.
The Stroke and Swallow
Without missing a beat, Lucía goes right back to stroking Miguel’s cock, but now she aims the tip toward Dante again. “Open wide,” she commands with a sly grin.
Dante obliges, mouth warm and slick against Miguel’s throbbing length. Lucía focuses on the grip of her fist, sliding up and down in a controlled rhythm, while Dante sucks at the top, slurping every drop of precum.
Meanwhile, Lucía doesn’t stop tonguing Miguel’s ass. She moans, too—turned on by the taboo sensation of controlling how Miguel’s cock is used, how Dante craves his taste, and how Miguel trembles between them.
The Building Crescendo
Miguel’s breathing grows ragged. His fingers latch onto the felt of the pool table behind him, knuckles going white. “I’m so close,” he whimpers between shuddering breaths, letting out a wanton moan when Lucía gives a thorough lick to his hole. “Shit… you’re gonna make me cum like a fucking fountain.”
At that, Lucía picks up the pace, her hand pumping faster. Dante senses it, too, tonguing the underside of Miguel’s cock with renewed urgency. Their combined motions make Miguel’s hips jerk uncontrollably.
“You want it all in your mouth, Dante?” Lucía coaxes, voice breathless with excitement. “Drink him up. I want to see it dripping off your lips.”
Dante’s muffled moan is a clear yes.
The Release
Suddenly, Miguel’s body tenses, and he lets out a strained cry as he erupts. Thick pulses of cum surge through his cock—most of it landing squarely in Dante’s mouth, some splattering across his chin and lower lip. The force surprises even Dante, and cum dribbles over his tongue, down onto his chest.
“Fuck, yes…” Miguel groans, eyes rolling back at the intensity. Lucía squeezes out the last few spurts, milking every drop. She watches with delight as Dante dutifully swallows the load, then licks the stray ribbons of seed from his own lips.
Still flushed, Dante shows off his face to Lucía—cum glistening along his chin. She leans in and licks a stray drop from the corner of his mouth, swallowing it with a playful smile. “That’s how you do it,” she coos, her voice thick with arousal.
Quivering Aftermath
Miguel sags back against the table, chest heaving from the ferocity of his climax. Lucía playfully slaps his thigh, a triumphant smirk on her lips. “You look wrecked—and I fucking love it,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to the sensitive patch of skin near his hip bone.
Dante grins as well, wiping the last smear of cum from his chin with the back of his hand. “Damn… You really gave me a mouthful,” he says, voice still husky from the lingering taste.
Miguel just breathes, words failing him for the moment. All he can do is grin back, face flushed with satisfaction. A fleeting thought crosses his mind: Who’s next to be put through the wringer? But with Lucía’s naughty grin and Dante’s eager expression, he knows the night is just getting started. |
