“This feels weirdly good,” Kara admits as Eric finishes up the shave job. “I like when you guys take care of me.”
Eric does a good fucking shave. Once we rinse away the extra shaving cream, it’s obvious that her pussy is perfectly fucking smooth for the pageant later.
But for right now…
“What do you think you’re doing?” Eric asks me as I shoulder him out of the way and drop to my knees behind Kara’s gorgeous, hairless cunt.
“I’m hungry, man,” I tell him. “Don’t even fucking try to stop me this time—I’ll take that razor away from you and slit your throat with it if you do.”
“You’re assuming I won’t slit yours first,” Eric says with a laugh. “Fine. One orgasm—but then it’s my turn.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” I say, and then I dive the fuck in.
Once I’ve got my tongue shoved deep in Kara’s delicious cunt, I can finally show her how grateful I am for her forgiveness—and for her passion, her hard work, her beautiful body
and her crazy fucking love—in the only way I know how.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come!”
“Damn right you are,” I snarl into her pussy, and after that, it’s just a matter of riding the waves.
Kara
“You’re so ready for this, I can feel it in my bones,” Eric says, laying a kiss on my cheek.
“Which bone?” I ask, eyeing his crotch and licking my lips.
He pinches my ass for that, but I just preen. I love my men.
“You look fucking amazing,” Chase says. “You’re going home with a crown tonight.”
“Baby, you’ve got this,” Eric declares, running his hand up and down my body.
We’re standing off in a private corner, tucked away in near darkness backstage where it’s not likely that anyone would ever roam by and find us. I’m only wearing a silk robe to cover up the gorgeously toned body that I’ve worked so hard for.
“So…” Chase grins wickedly, making me giggle. “Are you in the mood for a quickie?” He places his hands on either side of my hips and gently rocks me back and forth with him as if we are slow dancing without music.
“Might help you keep from missing us,” Eric presses the hard bulge in his pants directly up against my ass cheeks.
“I can feel that snake in your pants pulsing on me,” I giggle because I’m barely wearing clothing.
“You’re meant to,” Eric quips back with a laugh and begins to playfully thrust and grunt against me.
I graze my hands over his chest and give him a seductive glance, my mouth wide open to consume his lips but I know I need to push him away instead of pulling him closer.
“Ugh. I can’t, guys. I want to, don’t get me wrong—but I think I need to prove to myself that I can do this without all my holes full of your cum.”
“You sure?” Chase asks.
“I’m sure,” I say. “Rain check? I promise to reward your patience later on.”
“You’d better,” Eric growls against my neck.
It’s already been several days since I stopped drinking my super cum-filled Protein Plus shakes. My goal is to prove to myself that I don’t need the momentum or boost from the fucking things. Not that I don’t love it, because like…I totally still do.
I’d just rather guzzle cum from their exploding, dripping cocks instead and besides, I’m a strong, healthy and independent woman.
Exceeding limits and shattering records is basically my forte, now that I’m boosting my career and empire.