Lameck groaned hoarsely in my ear when I wrapped my fingers around him. He shoved his hips forward and started grinding that hot, heavy cock against my ass, sliding slow between my cheeks, up and down, leaving a warm trail of precum on my skin. The contrast of his burning cock against me while Carol sucked my tits and fingered me was fucking insane. My whole body shook, pinned between the two of them.
I pulled back a little from Carol, laughing under my breath, still covered in goosebumps. I dropped down slow, kneeling in front of Lameck. His cock was right there, huge, throbbing in my face — thick, heavy, veins bulging, the dark head shiny and slick.
I grabbed it with both hands and licked slow from the base to the tip, tasting the salty heat of skin and pure man. I opened my mouth and swallowed that fat head, lips stretching to the limit around the thickness. It was heavy on my tongue, hot, pulsing hard. His scent hit me strong, raw and masculine, making me even wetter. I took more, feeling it drag across the roof of my mouth, filling me up. The ache between my legs throbbed, dripping, my pussy clenching with need.
I sucked slow at first, savoring every inch, tongue working underneath, tracing those thick veins. Then I started bobbing my head with more hunger, drooling all over it, the wet sounds echoing in the small room.
I grabbed Carol by the arm and pulled her closer. She dropped to her knees beside me without hesitation. I held Lameck’s cock at the base and offered it to her. Soon we were both sucking him together. I worked the fat head, she licked the whole length and sucked on his heavy balls. Our tongues met in the middle, swapping messy kisses around his cock. Lameck groaned low, one hand in my hair, the other in Carol’s, pushing us down gently.
I was leaking. My juices ran hot down the inside of my thighs while I kept sucking him like I was starving.
On the couch, Mbappé said something in a language we didn’t understand. They were so turned on it sounded like English had left their heads completely. Lameck translated, voice rough with pleasure:
“My boy’s asking if he’s getting left out.”
I laughed with his cock still in my mouth, pulled off slow with a wet pop, and looked at Carol. She got it instantly. She stood up, walked to the couch, and climbed on top of Mbappé, straddling him like a total slut.
I stayed on the floor with that thick, gorgeous head right in front of my face. Lameck’s cock was beautiful — deep black, shiny, that rich warm tone, throbbing hard in my hand. I gripped the thick base and went back to sucking with everything I had: licking the whole shaft, swirling my tongue over the swollen head, tasting that salty, masculine flavor, then taking it as deep as I could and jerking what wouldn’t fit. I drooled everywhere, bobbing slow at first, then faster, moaning around him.
The more I sucked, the hornier I got. My whole body burned. The thrill of the risk, how fucking hot these guys were, Carol being right there — it all stacked and multiplied everything I was feeling.
Lameck suddenly stopped me. He grabbed my hair hard and yanked me up, pulling me to my feet. He kissed me with raw hunger, shoving that thick tongue deep while both big hands squeezed my ass, fingers digging into the flesh. He backed me up to a low table, lifted me like I weighed nothing, and sat me on the edge. He spread my legs wide open, almost to the limit my ballet body could handle, leaving me completely spread and exposed for him.
Lameck dropped to his knees, leaned in, and attacked my pussy. His thick, hot lips sucked my clit with purpose while that wide tongue licked everything, wet and scorching. He shoved two thick fingers straight into my soaked cunt and started fucking me hard while he sucked my clit like he was starving.
“Fuck… this pussy’s so goddamn good,” he groaned against me.
His fingers drove in and out fast, curled just right, hitting the spot that made me see stars while his mouth sucked and licked without stopping. The wet sound of his fingers pounding my pussy filled the room along with my moans. I held his head tight, grinding desperate against his face and fingers.
The orgasm built fast as hell. My legs started shaking violently, stomach clenching. He drove his fingers deeper and sucked my clit even harder.
I came like a fucking crazy slut. I screamed loud, body convulsing, thighs clamping around his head while my pussy squeezed his fingers and squirted into his mouth. He didn’t stop — kept fingering and licking, drinking every drop, dragging the orgasm out until I went limp, shaking and almost boneless on the table.
For a few minutes I completely forgot about Carol. When I looked at the couch, the sight hit me like a gut punch of pure lust. She was completely naked, riding Mbappé, that pale body looking obscene against his dark skin. Watching her take a big black guy was already one of my strongest kinks… two of them? Straight-up heaven.
Lameck’s cock was already hard and rubbing against my pussy, dying to fuck me. I told him to wait a second and called out to Carol, who was still sucking Mbappé like she was possessed:
“Carol… I wanna see you take both of them. You want that?”
She pulled off his cock with a loud, filthy pop, looked at me all messy — eyes glassy, hair wild, lips swollen. The sluttiest, happiest face I’d ever seen. She smiled, licked her lips, and stared straight at Lameck’s cock while he stroked it slow.
“Come on! I want it!” she answered, voice thick with lust.
I got comfortable on the table, legs spread wide, and started touching myself slow, watching the show.