Simon grumbled, “We apologized.”
“Yeah, well, gross,” Rosie said. She squirted a handful of lotion into her hands and spread it along the backs of Emilia’s legs. “There. That’ll help them pop in the pictures. I taught my girls to do that when they need glamor shots.”
“Have you been coaching-“
“Uggggggh!” Simon said. “If you have to talk, at least look sexy doing it.”
Rosie grabbed Emilia’s hand. “Let’s get you in the kitchen. Milo will like that.”
They set up a few poses for the pictures. Emilia couldn’t believe she was just letting this happen, but after the mind-reeling chaos of the blowjob session with Jaxton and all the pictures that had been taken of her, this seemed tame in comparison. She stuck out her ass and bent her knee so she was idly digging the point of her shoe into the floor for one of the photos, probably the best of the bunch. Rosie liked the set of Emilia serving her at the dinner table, bending over to put bites of cookies between Rosie’s lips. Simon was most fond of the close ups of her ass and her cleavage, and by the end of it, he was raging hard.
Rosie unzipped him at the dinner table, and gave him one good suck before turning and winking at Emilia. “Want a taste?”
Emilia didn’t respond at first. Milo had been long and plenty meaty. Jaxton was maybe an inch shorter than Milo but thicker. Simon was as long as Milo, maybe more, and so very close to Jaxton’s width that the difference was negligible.
Simon was fucking hung.
“Holy shit,” she said. If her eyes had crossed and an “awooga” sign popped above her head, she wouldn’t have even noticed. “Did you all take some kind of medication or something?”
Simon snickered. “Get over here and have a taste.”
That distant sane part of Emilia’s mind reminded her this was crazy, but she hurried over anyways, kneeling on her knees with her heels and apron still on to suck his tip into her mouth. All three of her block boys were porn star levels of big. That was insane. It was impossible. Her mind was cracking.
But it was the truth. It was impossible to not take her time exploring that cock with her mouth, to savor the taste of him. She sucked him down further and further, eyes widening at just how much there was of him left even when she could take no more. Out of the corner of her eye, Rosie watched her with an amused smile and reddened cheeks. She reached out and stroked Emilia’s butt.
“Aren’t they perfect?”
Emilia gulped and swallowed one last inch of Simon, taking him deep in her throat and holding him there as her eyes watered. When she came up off him she gasped, “Fuck yes they are.”
“Landon’s bedroom,” Simon said. “Let’s go.”
Emilia licked her lips and took his proffered hand. So did Rosie. They followed behind their young lover to Emilia’s son’s room. She had it all made up, including his comfy queen-sized bed. His old posters still hung on the wall along with a few framed photos of the family and his friends.
Rosie guided Emilia to the bed, and helped her out of the apron. When she knelt to take off Emilia’s shoes, Simon shook his head. “No. Leave those. I want to see her eat you out in those. And you leave the cheerleader outfit on. Well done with that, by the way. Sexy as fuck.”