Into the breach

Noah took a step forward, pausing between the breach.

Noah swallowed hard. There she was, on her knees, on the edge of the bed, her head bobbing up and down in Dante’s lap. Noah’s sight zeroed in on the massive wobbly mounds of flesh, arched up high near the edge of the bed. Everything else sort of drifted toward his periphery.

Her hips swayed above the curve of her waist, the angle made her tight frame look impossibly thin, while her thighs beneath were oppositely broad, and strong, thicker than he could hope to wrap around with both hands. Her ass was a glossy masterpiece, the massive swells of ass meat, full and round, and bouncing as she vigorously sucked Dante’s dick. It was the kind of movement that drew his eyes in without him even realizing it. Those two pale cheeks jiggling, and colliding together with a soft rhythmic clap that hung in the air despite the music leaking in from the floor below them, it was a low plap-plap-plap echoing all the way to his ears where he stood at the edge of the room.

Seeing her like this, he knew he couldn’t confront her now. It was strange. He only wondered how he wasn’t obsessively addicted to her.

He regretted not burying his face in her ass every day he was with her. I wondered how he had time for anything else; every free second he had should’ve been spent having sex with her.

Noah took another step into the guest bedroom. The air was thick with a musky, funky, slightly chlorinated scent, like sweat, cum, and lube.

Noah turned around to see the next guy in line peeking through the gap. Noah awkwardly pushed the door closed, pressing in the lock with his thumb until he heard a click.

Noah felt a quaking in his stomach, ignoring it, Noah reached his belt, uncinched it, and pulled the belt free. He fished the condom from his pocket, securing the package between his teeth, before he began to strip.

Dante was focused on Jillian, not even glancing up until Noah’s clothes were falling on the floor. He acknowledged him a slight nod, and a smile, through low and steady grunts. Noah couldn’t blame him. Jillian was locked the fuck in.

She was hunched forward slightly, her face contorted in as she clutched base of Dante’s cock. Noah guessed about three fourths of his cock was in throat at any given moment, her fingers were dripping with spit, and flexing as she massaged his balls.

She was slurping it frantically, the sound sharp and wet, as rivulets of saliva poured from her open lips. Her eyes were glazed over, looking up at Dante as she sucked, her throat working it, and her tiny chest heaving with wet shallow breaths.

Noah stood there awestruck for a moment. Jillian had a passion for sucking cock, but he had never seen her do it like this. She looked like some kind of cock hungry animal, her eyes briefly rolling back, as her head fell forward, her throat bulging as the whole of Dante’s cock disappeared beyond her lips.

She convulsed a little, spraying Dante’s thighs with spit, but held steady. Dante let out a long, low growl, and then bit his lower lip. Noah noticed Dante’s toes curling, his hips flexing, and a slight tremble in his thighs.

Dante gathered up her hair, his fist guiding her back, only for his hips to thrust forward, and they fell back into a steady, drippy, whimpering rhythm.

When Noah looked down at his own dick. It was rock hard and pulsing, there was an ache in his testicles, and a pearl of hot precum had oozed out of the tip.

Noah tore the condom wrapper from his mouth, spitting out the strip of packaging, and began to roll condom down his cock.

He stepped toward them, approaching Jillian from behind, his hands trembling as he reached out for that ass he had coveted since the moment he had met her.

He slid his hands across the smooth skin, his hands catching and skipping across tacky patches of drying lube. Globs pearly white dotted her back and there were flaky patches between her shoulder blades, that he was certain was dried cum.