Before I could even gasp, Diana leaned in again, her tongue snaking out like a serpent to catch the throbbing tip of my cock as it slipped, wet and glistening, from between Angela's crushed tits.
The sight alone made my hips twitch—her lips, swollen and slick, parting just enough to take me in with a lewd schlick, her tongue swirling around the ridge of my head in slow, deliberate circles.
The heat of her mouth, the flick of her tongue—it was like she was tasting me, savoring every inch.
"Mmmph—fuck, you're so hard," she groaned against my skin, her voice vibrating through my cock, straight to my balls.
"But I bet you'd taste even better if Angela here helped me out a little more, wouldn't you?" Her fingers tightened around the base, her thumb pressing into the thick vein pulsing along my length, as if she were claiming me.
