Meet with Malik.

The living room is dim, the only light coming from the flicker of the TV, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. The air is thick with anticipation. Gemma's kneeling between you and Malik, her tiny form dwarfed by the two of you. Her bra is pulled down around her midriff, exposing her perky breasts, and her panties cling to her wet pussy. Her hands are busy, one wrapped around your shaft, the other stroking Malik’s thick cock, her tongue darting out to lick the tips of you both in turn. She takes her time, her lips wrapping around your cock first, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulls back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to your skin. Then she turns to Malik, her mouth enveloping him, her throat working as she takes him deep. The sight of her lips stretched around his girth, her eyes watering slightly as she struggles to take him all, sends a jolt of desire through you.

She pulls back, her hand still gripping the base of Malik’s cock as she turns her attention back to you. This time, she doesn’t stop at one. She leans in, her lips parting as she takes the tip of your cock into her mouth, then tilts her head slightly, her tongue flicking out to catch Malik’s as well. For a moment, both of you are pressed against her lips, the heads of your cocks touching as she struggles to fit you both inside. It’s a tight fit. Her jaw stretches around you, her lips straining as she takes you both in. You can feel Malik’s cock against yours, the two of you pressed together in her tight, wet mouth.

She doesn’t last long like that. With a soft, muffled moan, she pulls back, her lips glistening as she gasps for air. She returns to working you in tandem, her lips wrapping around one of you before switching to the other, her throat working as she takes you deeper. The wet, sloppy sounds of her mouth fill the room, her eyes flicking up to meet yours, then Malik’s, as she services you both with a hunger that’s almost feral. You can feel your release building already, but you’re not ready to let go yet.

Malik seems to sense it too. He grips her hair, pulling her off your cock with a wet pop, his own shaft glistening with her saliva. Without a word, he guides her to the chair in the corner of the room, bending her over the back of it. She doesn’t resist. Instead, she braces her hands on the seat, her ass already on display, her legs spread just enough to give him access.