An Afternoon with Marcy

Lying on her side, watching us, Angel purred, "That's right, Marcy, suck that cock. Suck the taste of me off of him. That's the only way you should taste my pussy is from the cock that's been fucking me." Angel pulled down Marcy's panties and began stroking her thin, circumcised cock. Marcy began arching her back, moving against Angel's hand like a greedy bitch wanting to cum.

This pleasant sight helped push me over the edge. As Marcy began cumming, Angel squeezing the spunk from Marcy's cock, so did I. I could hear Marcy choking a bit as she took my load, sucking and gulping all of me down while her own cum spotted her sundress.

Angel smiled broadly and took Marcy's hand. I climbed off of Marcy and saw the same smile on her face, too.

When I came out of the shower, the girls were cleaned up with Angel showing Marcy what she had bought. "How many times have you two done this?" I asked.

"You're our first," Angel replied. "But we'll have you back if you'd like."

"You've got my instant message handle. Just give me a shout whenever you'd like." I leaned over Marcy and kissed her deep on the mouth before saying, "I'd like to break in Marcy's pussy."

Angel showed me to the door, handed me her cellphone number, and said, "Next week, same time," before saying goodbye.