Pin The Sock On The Cock

At the wedding expo, April and Lauren stand side by side in identical pink t-shirts. Rivalry hangs between them like perfume—too sweet, slightly hostile. April notices the bachelorette booth first: a plywood board bristling with suction-cup dildos and a sleazy man in a cheap blazer behind it. The salesman smiles. They move closer. He blindfolds April, spins her once. While her fingers fumble for rubber shafts, he unzips behind the board, swaps the dildo for his cock, guides her hand to the warm real thing. She freezes, lifts the blindfold. Sees him. Feels the pulse in her palm. Heat floods her face, then her thighs. She drops to her knees and takes him deep. Lauren doesn’t hesitate. She slides behind the narrow table, parts his cheeks with both hands, and buries her tongue in his ass. April sucks harder, lips noisy, spit gleaming on her chin. The salesman grips the edge of the board, knuckles white, while both women work in tandem—mouth on cock, tongue on hole—each trying to claim more. April swallows to the root, gags, surfaces laughing with wet eyes. Lauren rises, yanks down her yoga pants, bends over the booth’s side. The salesman pulls out of April’s mouth and thrusts into Lauren from behind, hard enough to rattle the hanging toys. April crawls underneath, licking his balls as they slap against Lauren, then darts her tongue up to Lauren’s clit. Every stall nearby hears the wet slap and the low, helpless noises. When the salesman stiffens, Lauren grinds back, taking everything. April milks the base with tight fingers. He comes in long, heavy pulses across both their tongues. They share the taste with a kiss that tastes like victory, and the next couple wandering by finds three people rearranging clothes behind a board of dangling silicone cocks.