Miss: You can't hold it!

When you try to get up, Tara puts a hand on your chest. You flinch with the pressure on your bruise and settle back down, your breath hissing out with the pain.

"We're not going anywhere," Tara says, tugging at your pants. "Get that thing out."

"Yeah, c'mon Joe," Jennifer says. "You think you can hold out?"

Jennifer covers your mouth with hers to silence your objections while Tara exposes your cock, still moist with cum and Jennifer's juices. Tara sucks you right in, working your slippery shaft with one hand as she uses her tongue on your cock head. With Jennifer holding you down by your shoulders and kissing you deeply, Tara has free rein on your cock. Your cock swells and Tara coughs as the head firms up and tickles her throat, but she redoubles your efforts. You moan into Jennifer's mouth, and feel the vibrations of Jennifer's laughter as she knows that Tara has you. Tara brings her other hand into play, and now she has you by the balls, which feel heavy and ticklish, closer than you expected to orgasm. You moan as Tara works your cock and balls with skill and malice, and before you know it, Tara takes her lips off your cock and finishes you off with a flurry of quick strokes over the crown of your cock head.

Your cry of orgasm is muffled by Jennifer's tongue while you spurt into Tara's quick-moving fist.

"Hey Joe," Tara whispers. "We win." She wipes her hand on your shorts.

"Bye-bye," Jennifer says, releasing your shoulders.

The two of them leave you there.

You lie back in the chair, stunned and drained, the warm waves of afterglow washing over your body, only a tiny ache in your bruised chest.

A light is shining in your eyes, and someone clears their throat. You've been caught with your dick hanging out in the movie theater.