She turned her head, her mouth opening wide, taking him in. His girlfriend, only 18, had been begging to explore her bisexual side, and this was the perfect opportunity. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their coupling, the scent of sex thick and intoxicating. He stroked it, his eyes never leaving hers. The dog, sensing his moment, mounted her, his paw pushing at her inner thigh. Instead of waiting for an answer, she hiked up her skirt and straddled Timber’s face, lowering herself onto her mouth. His girlfriend’s voice piped through the speaker, eager and breathless. “Fuck, that feels good,” she whimpered, her body on the verge of orgasm. “Next week, bitch,” Darius growled, his phone still recording. She was on the edge, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. Jamal chuckled, his hips slapping against her ass. She tried to pull away, but they closed in, their hands roaming over her body. Timber lapped it up, her tongue flicking out to taste every drop. She moaned, her body arching, her muscles tensing. Timber gasped as she felt his wet, eager cock probe against her pussy, already slick and ready. “Fuck yeah, look at that,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Fuck yeah, I am,” he replied, his voice strained. She was surrounded by them, their scent,
