Release it

Hands moving, Ethan starts stripping off his own clothes. A more patient version of himself would take it slow, but he's not that man.

Not now.

It only takes him a few moments to be down to his boxers, and only then does he stand on ceremony. Charlie's cheeks are flushed, her eyes fixed on the fabric tent down below. Panting, she can barely contain herself, eager for the curtain to drop.

Sighing, silently hoping to live up to expectations, he drops them.

Charlie lets out a quivering sigh, and Ethan feels a small sense of pride wash over himself. She stares at him, hungry for it, needing it, her lips smacking slightly as she soaks it in. They two of them are standing very close together, so close Ethan can feel the heat of her breath on his exposed skin. {if Ashley Sex 2 =true}

Glancing around, Ethan wonders if Ashley had changed yet. He'd been listening for the sound of the backdoor but had yet to hear it.{endif}

Figuring Charlie is waiting for a command, Ethan gives it to her. "Suck it."

Ethan isn't sure if her knees buckle or if she just drops that quick, but before he knows it she's down and level with his turgid mast. She shudders slightly, her excitement boiling over, causing minor hesitation. But surely, she inches forward, reaching for it while opening wide.

"Hnnn," Ethan shudders as Charlie starts, feeling her take him deep into her throat. Her enthusiasm isn't surprising, but Ethan was expecting a bit more of a slow start, rather than this. Charlie works her treat hard, shoving it in so deep on each drag she should be gagging. Ethan notes the seeming lack of a gag reflex, for the record.

Through her cock stuffed mouth Charlie let out a song of soft moans. She seems to be enjoying herself, despite her being the one doing the servicing. {if Ashley Sex 2=true} Suddenly, Ethan sees Ashley peek around the corner, this time appearing from the hall behind Charlie. Swallowing audibly, Ethan motions with his head for her to go back down the hall, towards the backdoor.

Ashley doesn't seem to be watching Ethan's head however instead focusing on the head he's getting. She watches intently, longingly, her expression betraying her desire. Looking up, she gives Ethan a devious look, Ethan suddenly feeling his cock stiffen more inside of Charlie's mouth.

And then, she slips away, retreating back down the hall. A few moments later Ethan thinks he hears the back door, although the slurping sounds below him make it hard to know for sure. What the fuck was that?{endif}

Sighing, Ethan thinks now it's time to escalate, otherwise Charlie will make his cum from just sucking him off. Reaching down, he grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her off his cock roughly. She rasps, her mouth open wide still, a thread of saliva linking her lip and Ethan's spit-soaked prick. Ethan's tempted to just let her continue, what with Charlie making a soft whining sound.

But he doesn't. This time at least.