Feeding Iris

Joe’s head fell back with a deep, guttural groan as Iris took him deeper; cheeks hollowing, lips stretched wide around his thick shaft.

The sight was pure sin: her beautiful face flushed, eyes fluttering half-closed in rapture, saliva already glistening on her chin as she sucked him with slow, hungry pulls.

My hand joined his at the back of her head; fingers threading through her hair; silently urging her deeper.

She obeyed so beautifully, splaying her small hands across his abdomen, thumbs stroking the base of his cock and gently rolling his heavy balls while she opened wider.

I watched, mesmerized, as more of him disappeared between her lips; veins dragging over her tongue until the head pushed past the soft palate and into the tight heat of her throat.

The bulge was visible, traveling down her slender neck as she took him deeper than I’d ever seen her go. Her shoulders hunched slightly from the effort, yet she kept going, twisting her head just enough to let him feel every ridge of her throat.

“Fuck, Irie…” I breathed, teeth digging hard into my lower lip.

My free hand slipped between my own thighs, fingers gliding through my soaked folds as I watched her worship him.

She looked so filthy, so gorgeous, so utterly his; and now ours.

She pulled back slowly; lips dragging tight along his shaft; until only the swollen head remained in her mouth, then plunged down again with a wet, audible gluck.

Another twist of her neck. Another deep bob.

Saliva coated him completely, thick strings dripping down to his balls.

I pressed my hand against the small of Joe’s back, pushing him forward gently; helping him fuck Iris’s mouth while I grinned, sinful and proud.

She took it so well; eyes watering, throat working, soft **** sounds mixing with her eager hums.

When she finally pulled off with a wet pop, a long, glistening string of spit still connected her swollen lips to the head of his cock.

Her beautiful brown eyes; glassy, soft, utterly submissive; lifted to mine.

I couldn’t resist.

I leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting Joe on her tongue, while we both held his slick, throbbing cock between us.

When we broke the kiss, Joe was watching us with dark, hungry eyes, his cock twitching hard in our shared grip, right on the edge.

“Are you ready?” I asked Iris, voice husky.

She nodded; eager, trembling; and we moved together, kneeling on the floor before him like perfect little offerings.

Iris tucked down gracefully; calves pressing into the curve of her ass, head tilted back, mouth open wide, tongue extended flat and waiting, hands clasped obediently behind her back.

She looked so sweet, so submissive, so ready.

I gripped the thick base of Joe’s cock; hot and pulsing in my fist; and aimed the swollen head straight at her open mouth.

Then I started to stroke him; hard, fast, tight fist pumping from base to head, stopping just below with every upward stroke.

Joe groaned, the first powerful spurt blasted across the roof of Iris’s mouth.

She didn’t flinch.

She opened wider; catching the next thick jet across it, then another, and another.

I kept jerking him through it, feeding every rope into her waiting mouth while she moaned softly around the head.

“Swallow it, baby,” I whispered, voice trembling with lust. “Swallow every drop of his cum like a good girl.”

Iris closed her lips around the head and sucked; hungrily; while I continued stroking him.

She swallowed the first heavy mouthful with an audible gulp, throat working visibly.

But Joe wasn’t done; his loads had grown thicker, more potent lately, and he gave her another pulsing wave.

She took over then; small hands wrapping around his shaft, jerking him desperately while she bobbed and sucked, twisting her fists counter to the twist of her head, milking the final heavy, warm spurts.

When she finally pulled back, lips tight around the head, she kissed the tip sweetly as his cock slipped free; shiny, clean, and still rock-hard.

She turned to me; eyes glassy, mouth slightly open; showing me the creamy white pool coating her tongue, swimming in the warmth of his release.

A small trickle escaped the corner of her lips.

She closed her mouth, swallowed again; slow, deliberate; letting it slide down her throat and warm her belly.

Then she opened wide once more; tongue and mouth pink and wet, completely clean.

She looked so proud. So sated from just sucking my man’s cock.

My hand cupped her breast, feeling her heart hammering wildly beneath my palm.

But we were far from done.

I leaned in, voice low and dripping with need.

“Get back on the bed, Irie. It’s your turn to cum.”