Yes

You don't answer in words. Instead you slide off the counter, getting even closer with Emily. You kiss her on the lips, grabbing her ass while your lips are on hers. Her ass is fantastic, big and round and firm. You grab her by the hand and lead her around the island, to where Jack is waiting. She kisses him, rubbing his leg with her hand, and then pulls you closer.

"Kiss him," she says. "It's okay."

Jack leans down and kisses you lightly on the lips.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Emily lower herself to her knees. She's undoing his belt. "I hate this belt," she mutters.

"Sorry," her boyfriend laughs.

You trace a hand down his shirtless chest and slowly join Emily on the floor. You leave little kisses above the waistband of his pants.

"Cute," Emily says, pulling the belt free. She quickly undoes his zipper. "Want to help me pull his pants down?"

You grab his pocket and the two of you pull down at the same time. Jack is wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers, pressed tight against his junk, and you have to gasp. He really is hard already, and you find your mouth watering as you look at it.

"It's gorgeous, right?" Emily says. Her hand is tucked into your waistband again. You're very aware of its place there. Her fingers are dipping lower and lower, and you can feel her massaging your ass. "Why don't we take a closer look?"

She pulls down Jack's boxers and his hard dick springs out, nearly slapping you on the top of the head. You gasp, and look over at her. She's smiling. Her other hand reaches up and grabs his dick, stroking it quickly with a light grip. "I love this dick. Do you know that, baby?" she asks.

"I know it," he says.

"You'll love it too, once we're done with it," she says. "Grab it."

You grab it. Her hand is rubbing the tip, her thumb on his perineum. You stroke it with the tips of your fingers. It's so hard, more like a rock than a piece of meat.

Emily squeezes your ass, hard. "Hopefully you'll love my pussy, too."

"It's not like I haven't already fucked myself thinking about it," you say absentmindedly. And then you remember that she didn't know that.

Jack's cock gets harder in your hand. You never would have guessed that that could happen. "Fucking hell," he mutters under his breath.

There's an ecstatic look on Emily's face. "You have?" she asks. "When?" She never stops rubbing his dick.

"A few times," you admit. "Usually when you ask me to help me with your nudes."

Emily smiles. "Did I ever send you the one where I'm on my back and his dick is in my throat?"'

"No," you say. All of a sudden you wish she had. The heat in your pussy makes you want to see it so bad.

"Well you'll get to see the real thing, soon," Emily says. "Now. Do you want to suck his balls, or his dick?"