Avec Qui?

Emma’s cunt is sweeter than any liquor you’ve ever tasted.

Her hips grind on top of your lips tirelessly, grabbing your head while doing so. She’s smearing her juice all over your lips as your tongue tries to work on her lovely clit under the assaults on your face. Her moans are more than lively, letting every single speck of dust in her room know that your face is a fucking splendid fucktoy. Your hands hold her bare thighs dearly without any intention of letting go, forming indistinct sounds into Emma’s warmth. The aroma of her cunt flares up your nostrils, making your cock twitch inside of Ina’s womb vigorously.

Your body quivers frantically with Ina’s motion. It’s mostly grinding, just like Emma’s, but the way her tightness is constantly trying to milk you is just so damn heavenly. Her hands run up and down your taut tummy, leaving trails of fire and goosebumps in their wake. She keeps moaning with her clit rubbing against your crotch, so fucking ready to burst at any minute.

It was supposed to be just another night at the bar. You were sitting with your friends until Ina decided to come to your table for your Instagram. Everybody cheered you on to go to her table. You gave in to peer pressure, and you met Emma along with her friends. One thing led to another, and now you’re eating and fucking their warm cunts inside their room at the same fucking time, naked.

“Such a good fucktoy for Mommy,” Emma purrs — breezy. Her thighs feel heavenly around your head — so meaty, so warm. She keeps whimpering and moaning on top of you, so close to gushing nectar all over your pretty face.

“We need him on speed dial, because holy fuck, this dick is so good,” Ina rasps. Her body shivers around your cock as she attempts to fathom the heat from the friction between her clit and your crotch, and you’re so damn ready to paint her womb white with your cum. Jolt after jolt courses through your body as Ina rides you, so needy for your potency.

“Can you drink Mommy’s squirt, huh? Can you be Mommy’s toilet?” Emma asks, breaths getting shorter and shorter with seconds passing by. Her hands are practically yanking your head up and down on her bed now.

You just nod — binary, ones and zeroes. Your hands move towards the smoothness of her ass atop your face. Emma shudders violently under your touch, unable to comprehend the bravery of her fucktoy to grab her ass like this.

“Fucking fuck,” and a satisfied moan escapes from Emma’s lips. The tension begins to set in on her frame. She grinds faster and faster on your lips. You can barely breathe properly with her assaults on your face. Her nails dig into your scalp now. You wince in pain, but you keep going, so determined to swallow her sweet juice. Your hands sin on the lushness of her ass — squeezes — and Emma moans sharply into the thick air that just reeks of sweat and sex.

“Be a good slut for Mommy and drink all of it, okay?” Emma asks one last time before the quake. Her body shakes incessantly over you now. She’s coiling up, ready to break within the next few seconds. Your head is being yanked all over the place under Emma’s sweet pretty cunt. You’re going to be a good boy. You’re going to drink Emma’s squirt. You’re going to drink Emma’s piss.

It snaps eventually. You latch yourself onto her cunt and start to drink her nectar directly from the holy source. Emma’s body trembles exuberantly as she cums on your gorgeous face, moaning and whimpering and groaning under the room’s heat. Your eyes roll upwards with the intensity of her taste — salt, musk. Her squirt drips down your chin as you try to drink the entirety of her slick juice.

“Such a good boy, drinking our squirt so well,” Ina praises.

Emma’s orgasm subsides eventually, but she’s holding herself there, not letting your face escape the aroma and flavor of her cunt.

A warm stream comes out of her cunt. It’s coating your tongue with salt. Emma trembles on top of you as she pisses into your mouth. Her thumbs draw lazy circles on your forehead. Ina is still riding your cock with drunken energy, praising and encouraging you endlessly to drink Emma’s piss. Your body shakes slightly with Emma’s tangy taste inside your mouth. It just feels weirdly good.

The stream slowly dwindles to spurts. And as the last squirt of her piss comes out of her tart cunt, Emma finally gets up from your face, letting you properly breathe and moan with Ina’s walls wrapping around your cock to send shocks and shocks through your frame.

“Such a nasty little slut,” Emma remarks, ruffling your hair absentmindedly before going towards her phone in the discarded jeans.

Drained, “Thanks, Mommy,” you murmur, and Emma jumps onto the bed just beside you and Ina, scrolling away at her phone drunkenly. Probably not a single thought in her mind, with how she’s playing with your sock-covered toes lazily.

The pace doesn’t feel any more manageable with Ina. She’s still riding your cock with restless energy. Her body writhes on top of you, hands rubbing over your taut tummy in pleasure. Ina’s cunt is hugging your cock a bit too well, and it’s killing you. God, the climax is going to be so fucking powerful if she keeps this up.

“Cum inside Mommy, okay? Knock Mommy up real good,” Ina orders, somehow cutely. She keeps on riding and building up the heat inside your crotch. Her body shakes with each roll of her hips on top of you as your thighs start to tighten under hers. Your body tenses up, ready to burst inside Ina and make her carry your baby.

“I’m close, Mommy,” you rasp, hands squeezing her soft tits mindlessly. Your hips rock up into hers with the grindings. Her body flushes red from the alcohol and the orgasm that closes in.

Until both of you break.

Your body tenses up as your cock bursts into Ina’s tight, warm cunt. Pleasure wrecks through your synapses. Her frame is shattered with spasms from her orgasm, squirting warmth all over your crotch. Your cock spills so much cum into Ina’s pussy that she’s going to get fucking pregnant. Her eyes roll up with pleasure under the soft glow of her room, groaning from the depths of her lungs along with you. You can barely focus on anything as you cum deep inside Ina. It’s just so fucking nerve-wracking.

“Change the sheets tomorrow, alright?” Emma, still on her phone, orders the bedazzled Ina, who’s having her tongue lolling out of her lips now. Ina’s hands squeeze your chest lightly, unable to grasp the divine pleasure wracking through her nerves. Your body quivers in shock as pleasure courses through your frame.

The squirt quickly subsides, and Ina is pissing on your crotch now. You just lie on their bed idly, letting Ina piss on you without any resistance. She leans in closer to you for an ardent kiss — cherry. Her tongue explores your mouth, robbing away your own spit as she kisses you. Her hand traverses your body possessively — so intimate, so perfect.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Ina murmurs as she pulls away from you, sprinkling kisses all over your face. Her body is still shuddering in the aftershocks coursing through her as she pisses on you. “Such a good boy for me.”

You can’t help but smile under Ina. Your cock is still sitting inside her womb leisurely, twitching and spilling the last drops of cum into her. Each drop increases the chance of her carrying a baby, and you’re doing your best to make sure of that.

The stream dissipates eventually, and the room just reeks of piss and sex. Ina collapses onto your body. Her warmth emanates onto you. Your body quivers softly as you feel Ina’s cunt pulsing around your cock. Her hands wrap around your body lovingly — no intention of letting you go. Her body feels so warm on you, and you can just fall asleep this way.

That would be a tad unhygienic, though.

“Mommy?” you mutter weakly. Your body can barely take anything now.

“Yes, baby boy?” Emma and Ina say at the same time, eliciting laughs from their lips.

“Can we cuddle?”

The women look at each other before Emma says, “Sure, baby boy. Come up here.”

And slowly, you pull yourself out of Ina. Sticky cum latches onto the skin of your cock — white. She draws lazy circles around her clit a few more times before finally pulling herself off you, and she lies down on the bed beside Emma, leaving you with a space to move into.

“Come here,” Ina coos, and you crawl up towards their warmth, nuzzling against Emma’s chest tenderly. Your body shudders a few more times until it stops, and you can finally rest between them.

“Thanks for tonight, Mommy,” you murmur against Emma’s chest.

“Our pleasure, baby boy,” Ina whispers into your ear, ruffling your hair gently — so loving, so comforting.

“Just call or text us if you want this again, alright?” Emma says as she plays with your softening cock. You shiver slightly at her touch.

“Y-yes, Mommy.”