Girl Time

Jews do make fine matchmakers. Call it a gift. I set Brittany up with Danny Wylde and got her wet before he even knocked. While he drove over, I knelt between her legs, sucking and fingering her until she slicked my chin. Danny walked in to that view, clothes still on, and took his time watching before he joined. My tongue worked every fold, tasted every pulse. Brittany moaned louder, thighs trembling, while my fingers curled inside her, milking those slow, dripping contractions. When he finally slid into her, I kept my mouth on her clit, licking where they met, tasting her need and his salt. I love the job of fluffer—there’s wet heat between her legs, a greedy cunt to keep glossy, and a cock that’s hard because I made her so ready. Every thrust let me suck harder, feel her hips jerk, feel how swollen she’d gotten under my tongue. I licked my own fingers clean of both of them later, and I’d do it again tomorrow.