I lie on my back, naked except for a pair of panties and still, completely open-minded, body, and soul, waiting for them. She climbs on top of me, her bare thighs warm and smooth as she straddles my face, lowering her slick, swollen pussy to my waiting mouth. I breathe her in before I even touch her, the scent of her arousal making my lips part on instinct. My tongue reaches out, gently, reverently, and I begin to lick her slowly, lovingly, like I’m tasting something sacred.
She doesn’t acknowledge me—her focus is fully on him despite my cock hardening, twitching and stretching the fabric of the tight panties.
He kneels behind her, his cock hard and glistening. I can see the anticipation in both of them. She leans forward, presenting herself to him, and he grips her hips with steady confidence. Then, with a low, hungry grunt, he pushes his bulbous head into her. I feel it the moment he enters her—her body shifts, a gasp escapes her, and the sound of their connection fills the room.
From my position beneath her, I have the perfect view—his thick shaft pumping in and out of her soaked pussy, just inches from my eyes. I’m completely immersed in the moment, licking her with more passion as her arousal builds, her juices coating my tongue, flowing freely from the way he fills her. My mouth never stops moving, worshipping her folds, kissing her softly, desperately—while my eyes stay locked on their union.
His balls swing close to my face with every thrust, and I can’t resist. I begin to kiss them, then lick them, then fully suck them into my mouth one at a time, gently and lovingly, feeling their weight and warmth. I moan around them, letting him feel my devotion. I worship both of them with my mouth—serving both her and him from below, like a good submissive plaything, lost in the act of pleasing but also gaining a pleasure I have never experienced before, my cock betraying this as I satisfyingly feel precum making a wet patch in my knickers.
They move in perfect rhythm, moaning, gasping, using each other—and I’m right there beneath them, drenched in their scent, soaked in her arousal, holding nothing back. My tongue works harder as their pleasure peaks, licking her clit, his glistening shaft and softly sucking his balls, feeling the tension build between them. His thrusts grow rougher, deeper, more desperate.
Then I hear it—that low, growling groan—and I know he’s close. She cries out above me, her body trembling as he drives into her one last time and holds himself there, buried deep as he spills himself inside her, his cock pulsing.
My heart races.
She slowly lifts herself off him, and off me. Their bodies separate, glistening with sweat and sex. Her pussy is wet and open, his cum already starting to drip out of her, onto my face and dribbling down her thighs. I rise up without being told, my eyes wide with desire, and I move between them—drawn helplessly to the mess they’ve made together.
I start with her. I bring my mouth to her pussy and begin to clean her, slowly and lovingly, tongue scooping up every drop of his release that seeps from her. I moan as I eat his cum from inside her, savoring the taste of their love juices mixed together, like it’s the most precious gift I could ever be given. I lick her clean, over and over, not stopping until she’s trembling again from the sensitivity, her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me there just a little longer.
I finally move to him, he having rolled onto his side to embrace and kiss her, I move to lick the cum still leaking from his head and then take his spent cock gently into my mouth. I clean him slowly, softly licking away every trace of her wetness and his cum. I suck him tenderly, fully, until he’s completely clean.
I then silently retreat to the spare room, leaving the lovers alone, only then noticing that my panties are soaked in my own cum, my own orgasm having been lost in all the excitement.
