Chapter 12
“Oh my,” Alana said when she saw his clothes being cast aside and his cock waving like a flag. “Careful, Judas, he might be stiff…uh…competition.”
“Very funny, Alana.” While Tyquan worked himself into the threesome by shyly taking her feet and licking and kissing them, Judas whispered in her ear just before his tongue did a sexy dance in it, “What do you know? He has a foot fetish.”
While she was gasping in sweet agony at the sucking of her toes, her soft, petal-like cleft continued to drip its perfume, ready for Judas’s invasion, but a loud banging jolted them both.
“Pay no mind to it, my sweet,” Judas whispered against her soft ivory flesh, “whoever it is will go away.” His rampant cock pulsed with anticipation as it pressed against her soft, fragrant folds.