7.14 – ❤ Venting Steam V

7.14 – ❤ Venting Steam V

Natalie's long suffering had ended. Leaning back with her legs spread, she watched as Jordan and Malice crawled on hands and knees to approach her. Jordan wasted no time grabbing the base of her cock and shaking it side to side.

"Don't be too fast, though," Jordan said wryly. "Not something I usually have to worry about, but ..." She squeezed hard, and precum leaked from Natalie's tip. "But maybe this is our own fault," she finished with amusement. Green eyes flicked up to hold her own. "Gimme at least a few minutes with her, yeah?"

"I'll do my best," Natalie struggled out. Though she wasn't sure whether her best would be enough, at this point.

Jordan brought her mouth a few inches from Natalie's tip. She pressed a kiss to the side of her shaft, then pulled up to swirl a tongue around her head. Malice joined in, pleasuring her with her lips, before soon enough, the two girls were kissing with Natalie's cock sandwiched between them. The soft pressure of two pairs of lips on either side of her, mixed with the feeling of two tongues flicking out to lick at her, was enough to have her head spinning in moments—thanks both to the image and the sensation.

It wasn't what she truly wanted, though. She needed more significant relief. Her hips thrust unconsciously, trying to push herself deeper into their mouths—though of course only managing to slide between their pressed-together mouths, shifting their sloppy kiss downward. Which, to be fair, was plenty satisfying on its own. Especially when they matched the movement, kissing up along her shaft to meet back at her tip, where their tongues immediately started battling for dominance again, slipping and sliding around each other as they coated Natalie's cock with their saliva.

Maybe sensing that Jordan wanted to take Natalie into her mouth, and that only one of them could do that, Malice yielded first, slipping down underneath the other girl and claiming Natalie's other part in the meantime—returning the favor from earlier. Even as Jordan wrapped her lips around the head of Natalie's cock and began sliding down, sinking inch after inch of the throbbing member into her mouth, Malice focused her attention on Natalie's pussy, pressing her tongue in and starting to lap at her with vigorous eagerness.

She elbowed up in time to see Jordan scoot over to Malice, who blinked in surprise as the woman all but pounced on her. A second later, Jordan was kissing the wolfgirl on the mouth—or maybe more accurately, pushing that thick, overflowing load she'd extracted from Natalie into the other girl. Malice melted into the interaction, groaning as Jordan swapped the thick pool of cum into her as they shared a sloppy kiss. Malice did the same back, and cum drooled down their chins and dripped onto their tits as they swapped the load between them.

Even as exhausted as she was, Natalie shivered at the sight. Seeing two girls making out while pushing her cum between their mouths was ... pretty enticing a show, to say the least. Jordan broke the kiss eventually, grabbing Malice's head and turning it toward Natalie. Her fingers tugged the wolfgirl's chin down, making her open her mouth wide. Jordan did the same; and so, the two girls were displaying Natalie's load, each holding a pool of white.

Natalie's cock throbbed, already back to full-mast—barely having had a chance to soften. With how completely drained she'd felt by the first orgasm Jordan had sucked out of her, she'd have figured there'd have been even at least a small refractory period, but she guessed not. Not with such a sloppy, lewd display to work her back up. She wondered if that had been Jordan's goal in the first place. Maybe, maybe not; she seemed to have enjoyed forcing her cum into Malice's mouth for its own merit, too much so for it to have been strictly a 'tactical play.'

Jordan swallowed, and Malice did the same.

"Look at that," Jordan said. "Already hard again. Good girl." She laid down onto her back and pulled Malice by the hand—who intuited what she wanted, laying on top of her, so that the two girls were stacked, breasts pressing into each other's and stomachs and pussies touching too.

"Question is," Jordan said, squeezing Malice's ass. "Which of us are you gonna fuck first?"