Chapter 9 Threesome Trap (4)

• The bedroom was a fucking furnace, the air thick with sweat and sex as the three of us tangled on that plush white bed. Hailey was still bent over, her thick ass shaking from how I’d eaten her out, her pussy dripping down her thighs. Ryan stood there, watching us, his jeans so tight I could see his dick begging to bust out. Hailey smirked, crawling over to him like a cat in heat, her black thong still tangled around her knees. She unzipped his pants fast, yanked them down, and pulled out his cock—hard, thick, and ready.
• “Fuck, look at this,” she purred, wrapping her lips around it and sucking loud, her head bobbing as spit dripped down his shaft. Ryan groaned, deep and rough, his hands fisting her curls. She pulled off with a wet smack, grinning at me. “Come here, Stacy—suck this dick with me. Taste how good he is.”
• I didn’t even think—just slid over, my gown still hiked up, tits bouncing free. Hailey held his cock out like a prize, and I went for it, my mouth closing over the tip. Holy shit, it was big—long and heavy, stretching my lips as I sucked him down. The cap was so soft, like velvet against my tongue, all warm and slick with Hailey’s spit. I flicked my tongue right into his dick hole, teasing that little slit, and he cursed under his breath, “Fuck, Stacy,” his voice shaking. It tasted salty, raw, and I couldn’t get enough, sucking harder while Hailey licked the side, our tongues brushing sloppy and wet.