He returns the favour to Nicole

Randy hauled her up off the floor and pushed her back onto the mattress. Those gold-tanned shoulders hit the sheets and he went straight for what he wanted—hooking his fingers in the navy thong and yanking it down her thick thighs. She was soaked, pink and glistening, a fat little clit already swollen for him.

“Please,” she breathed, sharp and wrecked at the same time. “Put your mouth on me. I need it.”

Between those thick thighs, Randy dragged his tongue straight up her slit, slow enough to taste how wet she already was. Nicole’s back arched off the bed with a broken sound. Both hands flew into his hair and fisted it, pulling him in instead of pushing him away.

Opting not to tease her Randy buried his face against her and ate her like he meant it—tongue pushing into that tight dripping hole, then flattening over her clit, then sealing his lips around it and sucking until her hips started jerking. Sweet and messy, she coated his mouth on every pass. Those muscular thighs trembled against his ears. The navy sports bra strained as her huge tits heaved, nipples hard enough to show through the fabric while she gasped his name like she couldn’t keep it in.

“Right there—don’t stop—fuck, Randy, your tongue—”

Her legs got hooked over his shoulders and he went harder. Randy then slid two of his fingers into that tight wet tight pink part of her clit and curled them, finding the spot that made Nicoles whole body jump. His mouth stayed locked on her clit, licking and sucking in a filthy rhythm while his fingers pumped. A raw sound tore out of her. Those carved abs flexed under the deep tan. That fat muscular ass lifted off the sheets as she ground against his face, smearing herself all over his mouth and chin, soaking him on purpose.

From the pillows came the sound of shifting sheets. Savannah and Bella had gone quiet, watching every wet stroke of his tongue, listening to Nicole fall apart.

Nicoles thighs clamped around his head hard enough to hold him there. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna squirt—don’t you dare pull away—”

And yet Randy sucked her clit and pumped his fingers and she came apart.

A scream ripped out of her as her pussy gushed, a hard hot spray of juices flooding his mouth and running down his chin. It soaked his face, dripped off his jaw, splashed onto the sheets between her spread thighs. She kept coming, hips bucking, voice cracking on his name while another squirt hit him, then another, like her body couldn’t stop giving it up. Those green eyes rolled. Her stacked, jacked frame locked tight, then shook, then collapsed, still twitching against his tongue, still dripping onto his lips.

Only when she shoved weakly at his hair did he ease back. His face was shining. He licked her off his mouth and didn’t look away.

Nicole lay there gasping, thighs still spread, pussy flushed and leaking. A dazed, filthy little smile found him through the aftershocks.

“Holy fuck,” she whispered. “Do that to me whenever you want. I’m yours.”