“You’re so fucking good to us,” he whispers, and it takes me a moment to realize the airy rasp of his voice is owed to the way his arm is bobbing, fist stripping his cock. I waste little time pushing him back, gathering my hair away from my face as I duck down, licking the glistening tip. Pace doesn’t stop stroking himself, though. He points his cock at my slick, parted lips, and cradles the back of my head, softly commanding, “Open for me.”
