Caught by the Convicts

by Jessa Kane

Moans. Sucks me eagerly as I pull out, crying out happily when I sink balls deep again. “Does it taste as good as it looks, Wendy?” Klay asks hoarsely. Her head nods up and down on the pillow, eyes smoky, tits shaking up and down. “He’s been thinking of you all week, jacking and jacking when he thinks I’m asleep.” Klay wets his lips. “But you can’t beat off quietly with a cock that big, can you, Ruger?” “No,” I pant, shame and gratification colliding inside of me. He called me big. He said it looks like it tastes good. And Wendy, she’s drawing on it eagerly, as if she agrees. Jesus. Jesus. Am I dreaming? “Look at that suckling little mouth of hers. If it’s half as sweet as this pussy, we’re both very lucky men.” “Lucky,” I repeat raggedly, tunneling deep. So deep I almost feel ashamed of the liberties I’m taking. But I can’t stop. I can’t stop. I’m fucking her mouth now, sweating, animal noises coming from my mouth and come is beginning to rise, hot and sticky in my shaft. “Oh fuck. I…I’m going to come.” Klay lets go of Wendy’s pinned wrists and grips her chin, tilting it up for me. “Do it. Look how bad she wants a taste. She’s gotten wetter since you’ve been in her mouth.”