Chapter 880

Chapter 880: Chapter 880

I kept the same steady pace, fucking Vessa’s incredibly tight pussy while I brought Emma’s foot back to my mouth and started sucking on her toes again, the camera recording every wet sound and every controlled movement.

Well now... this was weird. Foot stuff had never really been my thing. But Emma’s were different, neatly manicured, soft pink soles, and for some reason they looked genuinely sexy resting against my shoulders. Maybe Tessa had been right. Maybe I was a little more of a pervert about it than I wanted to admit.

"Hnng..." I moaned, still buried inside Vessa. "So... tight..."

I kept fucking her in those same controlled strokes, then spread her firm asscheeks with both hands so I could watch. Every time I pulled back, her pussy clung to my cock like it refused to let go, the tight pink rim stretching outward around my shaft before reluctantly releasing me, only to swallow me whole again on the next thrust. The sight alone made my stomach tighten.

I gritted my teeth. She was so tight I was already getting close, and we had barely started this position. A few more moments passed like that.

Emma finally nodded and pulled her feet back from my shoulders. "Alright, stop. Let’s change the position now."

I pulled out immediately. My cock throbbed hard in the open air, the thick vein along the underside standing out, a steady string of precum dripping from the tip onto the sheets.

"That..." I exhaled, still staring at Vessa’s stretched little slit. "That was... so tight. I thought I’d lose it for a second."

"Yeah..." Vessa said quietly as she stood up on the bed. "I’m kind of proud of it."

"You should be."

"What are you guys talking about?" Emma asked in her usual flat tone. "Come on, lie down."

I did as I was told, stretching out on my back so that I faced the camera. Vessa stepped over me, one knee on either side of my hips. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock to steady it, braced the other on my chest, and slowly began lowering herself. The tight resistance returned immediately. Inch by inch her narrow pussy stretched around me until she finally sank all the way down with a shaky breath.

Before I could even adjust to the crushing heat, Emma stood up, looked down at me for half a second, and then simply sat on my face. No warning. Her soft, wet folds pressed against my mouth and nose, and the scent and taste of her filled my senses instantly.

I was right on the edge already from Vessa’s impossible tightness. Now Emma was grinding lightly against my tongue. Holding back felt almost impossible.

"NNG..." Vessa moaned as she started to move. "Fuck..."

I grabbed Emma’s thighs, spread them wider, and started licking her properly, long, firm strokes through her folds, circling her clit, then pushing my tongue inside her as deep as I could. Emma leaned forward a little. The angle put Vessa’s body between her and the camera, partially hiding what I was doing.

"You don’t have to lick it," Emma said in that same deadpan voice. "The camera doesn’t see you."

"I know," I muttered against her wet skin. "But you taste good. Why would I stop?"

I kept eating her out without slowing down. At the same time Vessa began bouncing on my cock in short, careful strokes, her tight walls gripping and releasing me with every movement. The dual sensation was overwhelming, the crushing heat of Vessa’s pussy around my cock and the soft, wet pressure of Emma’s cunt against my mouth. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

I reached around Vessa’s hips, grabbed both of her firm asscheeks, and spread them open while she rode me. Then I gave each cheek a light slap. The soft sound mixed with the wet noise of her pussy taking my cock. Vessa moaned louder behind the mask.

I went back to licking Emma with long, hungry strokes, occasionally sucking on her clit while Vessa continued to rise and fall above me. The tight, wet sounds of both women filled the small bedroom.

A soft chime sounded at the edge of my vision.

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- Critical Success: Emma

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Emma’s thighs suddenly tensed on either side of my head. A sharp, surprised moan broke out of her, louder than anything I’d heard from her before. Her hips jerked once, then again, and a sudden rush of warm fluid spilled across my tongue and chin as she came. She kept grinding weakly against my mouth through it, breath stuttering, looking down at me with an expression that was half confusion and half raw pleasure. Her usual deadpan mask had cracked completely for a few seconds while she panted and twitched.

I didn’t give her tme to recover. I pulled her hips back down firmly against my mouth and kept licking, tasting every drop of her orgasm. At the same time I grabbed Vessa’s hips with both hands and started thrusting up hard to meet her movements, forcing my cock deeper into that impossibly tight pussy with every upward stroke.

Vessa’s muffled moans climbed higher. She planted both hands on my chest for balance and started dropping herself down faster, her soft tits bouncing with the motion. The wet, filthy sound of her pussy taking me grew louder and more desperate.

"Fuck... I’m..." she gasped behind the mask.

Her whole body locked up. A long, broken whimper tore out of her as the climax hit. Her pussy seized around my cock in rapid, powerful flutters, the already crushing tightness turning almost unbearable for a few seconds as warm wetness spilled down my shaft. She kept trembling and making soft, high sounds while the pleasure rolled through her, thighs shaking on either side of my hips.

I never stopped. I kept thrusting up into her through every pulse of her orgasm while my tongue stayed buried in Emma’s still-sensitive folds, licking her through the aftershocks as both women moaned and twitched above me.

I kept thrusting up into Vessa while my tongue worked Emma’s cunt, hands gripping both of their hips to keep the rhythm steady. The tight, wet heat around my cock and the soft pressure against my mouth blended into one overwhelming sensation. We stayed like that for a good while, the only sounds the soft, filthy noise of sex and the quiet, controlled breathing of the two women.

Eventually Emma lifted herself off my face.

"Alright," she said in that same flat, deadpan voice. "We’ll change the position. But we should take a break now."

"Yeah." I pushed up one last time, burying myself to the hilt inside Vessa. "Fuck... or I’ll cum."