Kayla stayed on her knees between my legs and took my still-hard cock into her mouth without warning. The sudden wet heat made me groan low in my throat. She sucked slowly at first, tongue working the underside, then took more of me until her lips stretched around the thick middle of my shaft. One of her hands rested on my thigh while the other lightly cupped my balls. The soft, wet sounds of her mouth filled the living room.
I let my head tip back against the couch for a few seconds, still catching my breath from the orgasm we had just shared, when she pulled off with a soft pop and looked up at me with a small, knowing smirk.
"Kim told me a little something about you fucking her armpits."
I blinked. "Oh come on. Not the time."
Kayla's smirk widened. She stayed on her knees, completely naked, my cock still shiny with her spit and resting against her cheek.
"Or I'll open the door like this."
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Are you serious?"
"Come on. Get up."
