Dessert

Less than twenty minutes later, Chocolate Cake knelt between Dominic’s thighs on the rooftop terrace and gave Dominic’s nicely proportioned cock expert suck, while Dominic held Strawberry Shortcake at his side, a hand on Sandy’s buttocks with fingers snaking into his channel and his other hand stroking Sandy’s pert little cock.

Sandy was making little high-pitched babbling sounds, which Dominic stopped by taking the little waiter’s lips in his, forcing them open with his tongue, and swabbing Sandy’s tonsils.

Strawberry Shortcake panted and whimpered as Chocolate Cake reached over and pulled his trousers and briefs off his legs and then held Dominic’s cock erect and steady as Dominic lifted Strawberry Shortcake up and turned him around and swung his leg over Dominic’s lap. Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake settled Strawberry Shortcake on Dominic’s cock as Sandy writhed and babbled a range of contradictory short, breathy statements: “slow, slow, slow, hurry, all of you. Oh god, god, oh god. You’ll kill me. Yes, yes, yes.”

Together, Dominic and Chocolate Cake, with Dominic palming and spreading Strawberry Shortcake’s butt cheeks and Chocolate Cake holding Sandy at his waist, lifted and lowered him on the full length of Dominic’s cock until he stopped writhing and started to moan and beg for the fuck.

Dominic stood then and walked slowly around the terrace, raising and lowering Strawberry Shortcake on his cock, while the young redhead clung to his midsection and groaned and gasped—and, in short order, fountained his ejaculation.