Eric blows his load first, and Chase starts right after—like he doesn’t want to be left behind.
I close my eyes as rope after rope of hot, salty cum launches at my face. When they’re done with me, I look like a hot little Ferrari in the car wash just before the rinse cycle. I’m fucking dripping with their thick, creamy love juice.
It’s fucking everywhere, too—not just on my face, but on my neck and tits, too. I run my tongue over my lips, slurping up as much as I can get.
I pull their cocks to my mouth, pumping and sucking out every last drop. As I start to feel them soften in my fists, I raise my hands to my eyelids, wiping the cum away from my eyelashes and blinking up at them in ecstasy.
“Wow,” I say, licking the cum off my fingers. God, it’s so fucking delicious. Like the yummy creamy part of a banana cream pie. “A workout and a facial. You boys sure do know how to treat a lady.”
“There’s more where that came from,” Eric says, grinning darkly.
I have one set of fingers in my mouth and the other on my neck, rubbing their cum onto my skin. But when I look down, I see that they’ve taken themselves into their fists again—and I know then, that was only round one.
“Don’t tell me you’re already full, Kara.” Chase chuckles.
I shake my head no as they grab my elbows, pulling me to my feet.
“Actually,” I say with a little giggle, “I have two empty holes that really need a good filling. Know anyone who could help?”
“You little fucking slut,” Eric says, laughing and shaking his head like he can’t even believe I’m real.
“I know just the men for the job,” Chase says with a wink.
Behind them, the Miss Sexy Universe footage is still playing on the screen. I watch as naked woman after naked woman prances across the stage in her heels, posing before breaking into the talent portion of the pageant.
There are naked fire twirlers, naked chainsaw jugglers, and about twelve different women who think that a special talent is being able to launch a ping pong ball out of their snatch.
Is there any way I could compete with all that? Fuck, probably not, right? Like, I’m not the kind of girl who’s ever juggled anything more complex than a daily schedule.
I’m a former model, not a former circus performer. All I’m good at is putting clothes on and taking them off again—
Which Chase and Eric promptly begin working on while I’m otherwise distracted by a 6’4” Brazilian woman riding a dildo unicycle.
Chase peels my workout tights off of my body, growling sexily when he realizes that I’m not wearing any panties. Eric gets to work on my sports bra, unzipping it at the front and pulling it away from my arms.
“You boys work fast,” I mention as I find myself naked just like that. “I could have used you to save time during go-sees back in my modeling days, you know.”
“Chase and I were Army Rangers when we met,” Eric admits, capturing my chin and pulling me into a passionate kiss. When he pulls away, there’s cum smeared across his handsome, sexy cheek, and I lean in to lick it off.
God. Fuck. He’s delicious.
So fucking delicious.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that when there’s a mission at hand…we’re pretty fucking snappy about seeing it through.” Chase lowers his mouth to my neck, scooping up cum with his tongue and passing it into my mouth as he claims his own kiss from me. “Especially when the payoff is seeing your sexy ass naked again…fuck, I can hardly believe these tits, man.”
They each take one of my breasts in their hands, groping them while they pump their cocks. I close my eyes and lean into them, just enjoying the feel of being manhandled.
“So good I’m surprised that they’re real,” Eric admits.
And like, okay, I fucking preen at that compliment. That was one of the best parts of gaining the weight in the first place, you know? Maybe the only good part—my tits got bigger. At first I was scared of losing weight because I didn’t want them to shrink.
But thank fuck for good genetics and luck, because as of right now, they’re the only place that I managed to not lose weight. Now I get to be a skinny bitch with big tits—with two sexy men to handle them.
“I’m still amazed that you’re real, Kara,” Chase says, claiming my mouth again.
I have to tilt my chin up to meet his lips; he’s so fucking tall. Doing so only pushes my chest out even more, which gives Eric the perfect opportunity to suck one of my hard, pink nipples into his mouth.
“You’re like something out of a fantasy,” Eric admits, popping my nipple out of his mouth for just a moment then going back in with teeth.