By forcing Bryce down on it

"So I kneeled down next to Bryce. I could see her glance at me out of the corner of her eye. And I said 'A bit too much for you? Need a hand?' And she sort of nodded with the cock still deep in her throat. I think she thought I was going to take over for her and let her rest for a bit.

"And maybe it was because I was jealous that she got stripped before me and now couldn't even take it. But I had no plan to make this easy on her, right? So I grabbed her head, like two handfulls of red hair and just shoved her down onto the cock as hard as I could.

"I remember feeling her whole body tense up and hearing the noise of her totally gagging, spit just pouring out of her mouth and nose and the guy who she was sucking just started laughing, like part demented and part delighted by what I'd done.

"I looked over at Jessica to see if she or her guy had noticed. But they hadn't. She was holding up his cock away from her face, spit just oozing down it, off her hand and she was going to town on his taint, licking at it like she was kitten who'd just found her bowl of milk.

"Finally I let go of Bryce and she just tumbled off the cock and fell to the ground, breathing so heavily. Then the guy looked down at me and said 'okay little one, here's your reward.' I just kinda knew what he meant when he grabbed his dick, jerked it a few more times and came all over my face.

"Then I heard the other guy let out a big groan and I looked over and saw him jizzing all over Jessica's face. She had this big smile, as if she'd found her calling that day.

"Then the guy said. 'Alright white bitches, lick each other clean.' So Jess and I crawled over toward each other and just started going to town on each others face like it was a lollypop and we desperately needed a sugar fix.

Emma smiles, proud of her dirty story. She pulls her hand from her panties again, this time holding it up to you. "Speaking of needing to lick something.

You take a step forward and grab her by the wrist, ready to lick the juices from her petite little palm. But you stop, give her a dubious look. As you think about her story you start to have mixed feelings.

She notices your look. "What?"