He’s unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. He reveals a flat stomach furred with dark hair and a long stiff cock that’s already slick at the tip. Taking my head by my braided hair, he feeds that member between my lips. His cock and balls taste salty, sweaty and sexual—it would make a terrible flavor for an ice cream, and I’m so hungry for it.
The ambulance is cramped, our positions lacking all grace. I’m glad I don’t have to do much except hold on in there. Matt thrusts into my pussy and Trev fucks my throat. I give him a swirling lick with my tongue on each backstroke but my concentration is already slipping elsewhere; as I reach down to my own clit, feeling the tendons tighten in my legs, I know I’m going to hit orgasm again, this time with both men inside me, my throat and pussy both full of cock and semen and ice cream.
“I’m coming,” gasps Trev.