Tea party

The three of them call it an afternoon tea-party, but it’s been the same ritual since high-school. Chairs get pushed aside, skirts get hiked, and before you know it Cherokee’s dropping to her knees with Jada right behind her. They trade Billy’s cock between their mouths like they’re daring each other to make it disappear, lips popping off the head, tongues battling for the drips that slide down the shaft. Whoever gets there first always swallows first too. Jada’s got that greedy suction, Cherokee adds sloppy enthusiasm, both of them dead serious about catching every spurt. Billy braces against the table and fires thick ropes straight across their eager faces—over tongues, across cheeks, down chins. They lick it off each other without wasting a drop, swearing the tea always tastes sweeter after that.