First Class Challenge 2

Ricky strolled in, cocky grin and all, because Amber already told him exactly what to do. There he sits on her couch, pants down, letting her play with that new toy between his legs. Every stroke from Amber gets his dick harder, and Aubrey leans in close, eyes locked on it like she wants a taste too. The room smells like skin and tension. Amber keeps pumping, slow then fast, thumb circling the head, rubbing his slick pre-cum around every inch. Ricky grips the cushions, hips twitching, but he doesn’t grab—he just watches how she plays with what she’s made hard. Aubrey licks her lips. Her gaze drops to the way Amber’s hand squeezes tight, twists at the tip, and then glides back down, showing off every throbbing vein. The sound of skin sliding against skin fills the air—wet, sticky, and loud. Ricky’s balls tighten, and Amber gives him that naughty smile, milking him right there in front of Aubrey without a single fucking care in the world.