Texts With Mates – Chapter 5
Mate.
You remember Amy? Course you do. Well — she brought a friend this time.
She didn’t even warn me. Just texted, “Wear something easy to rip off. And be polite — Roxy bites.”
I thought she was joking. She wasn’t.
I pull up, expecting just Amy… but she opens the passenger door, wearing this wicked smile — and behind her, this absolute goddess slides in next to her.
Voluptuous. Ebony skin that looked like it was poured from dark chocolate. Full lips. Eyes like melted brown sugar. Long, thick black hair falling over one shoulder, tight little dress barely covering her tits. I just stared.
“This is Roxy,” Amy said, like she was introducing me to her nail tech. “She wanted to see what the hype was about.”
Roxy just looked at me, grinned, and said, “You don’t mind sharing, do you?”
Mate, I nearly crashed the car right there.
We parked up somewhere private — woods again. Same vibe. Moonlight, tension, my heart punching through my chest.
Roxy slid into the back seat first. No shame. Legs spread. She hiked her dress up, revealing no knickers and a neat little tattoo on her hip. “Amy says you’ve got a talented tongue,” she purred. “I want proof.”
Amy climbed in beside her, kissed her slow — I mean slow — and then turned to me. “Start with her. I want to watch.”
No rope this time. No games. Just raw, filthy chaos.
I got between Roxy’s thighs, and mate, she tasted like sweat, sweetness, and sin. She grabbed my hair hard — just how Amy does — and rolled her hips like she was trying to ride my face into the seat. Every time I sucked her clit, she moaned with this deep, throaty growl, like I was unravelling something wild in her.
Then Amy took over.
She pulled my head back, kissed me messy with Roxy’s taste still on my lips, then whispered, “Now fuck her. I want to see her fall apart.”
Roxy climbed on top of me, riding slow, deep, grinding in a way that felt like punishment and reward all at once. She leaned forward, bit my lip, then begged, “Bite my nipples.” I did — hard — and she shuddered, actually thanked me, then slapped my cheek and spat right in my mouth. I didn’t even flinch. I wanted it.
Amy was watching with one hand between her legs and the other tugging her own nipple. She moaned every time Roxy moaned, like she could feel it too.
Then they swapped.
Roxy pulled off, dripping, and licked Amy clean before helping tie me up again — arms above my head this time. Rope was tighter, rougher. Amy sat on my chest, grinding on me while Roxy straddled my face again, pulling my hair like reins. The two of them used me, swapped positions, spat in my mouth, rode my face, my cock, my everything. I was dizzy from heat, taste, noise, rope, skin, power.
And when I finally came — fuck — it was all over Amy’s tits while Roxy sucked my balls and moaned like she was cumming too.
They curled up either side of me, breathless and glowing.
Roxy lit a cigarette and said, “Not bad. I might sell these panties for double after that.”
Amy laughed and kissed her neck. “He’s got more to give. This was just the audition.”
Mate… I think I’m in trouble.
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