Chapter 852

Juliet now moved lower into the water, alternating between having her tongue dance over my balls and sucking them into her warm, slurping mouth. Rita turned her attention to my cock, but she was very particular about it. She took my tip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she would suck on it, not too firmly but not gently either. She went back and forth, and she knew it was having the desired effect when I dropped the remaining roach of the joint and leaned back on both hands, allowing my hips to push forward.

She only stopped long enough to say, "You know what I want, John. I need it. I feed on it. Give it to me."

Maybe thirty seconds later, I obliged. She didn’t need any warning. She knew it. I shot my second load of the night across her tongue, and she savored the ropes like a wine connoisseur. When I was finished moaning and bucking, she pulled off and turned her head toward Juliet, offering to share.

"No, babe, it’s okay,"