Dria is Cunning

To which he replied, “His names Stephen, huh? Can we dress him up and call him Stephanie next time? And, uh no I don’t think he has.”

She looked at me for an answer. I didn’t know if she wanted to know if they could dress me up or if I’d cum. I answered, grunting between his pounding, “I haven’t…cum yet…And…yes it…sounds fun.”

Brandon pulled on his cock, milking out another drop for me, “I’m not as hung as Ty, but can I do you next time?” I nodded, licking it up.

Again talking to Ty, Dria said, “I think you owe him a reach around.”

Ty hunched his back so he could reach my dick. Jerking and fucking he couldn’t go as deep but that didn’t stop him from panting and heaving, his hot breath on my back.

His fingers on my cock were magic. Jolts went through me like shockwaves.

Dria moved her beautiful black nyloned foot to caress my balls. Between Ty’s hand, Dria’s foot, and the now shallower, slower thrusting up my ass, I shot my load on Dria’s toes.

My hips humped her foot uncontrollably. My ass squeezed Ty’s fat black dick. Then I collapsed on her soft dick, mashing it, enjoyably, into my lips.