“It’s hot in here. Take off the suit — and the shirt,” Jordan said.
She quickly obeyed, removing her already unbuttoned suit and shirt, and tossing them behind her. She looked at Jordan’s cock hungrily, then up into his commanding brown eyes. The guilty pleasure of masochism leaked through the black lace of her panties and joined the juices on her thighs that collected over watching the two fuck.
“Clean it off,” Jordan said.
Terra looked at the cum-soaked cock before her and quickly wrapped both hands around the dripping shaft. The tip called to her, and soon did the rest of Jordan’s cock; she didn’t know where to start. She parted her lips and allowed a few inches to dive into her mouth, taking as much as she felt comfortable with. She sucked through the slit like it was a straw and swallowed any remnants of cum that Mia didn’t have any more room for.
Mia sat up, fixing her ponytail as she looked at Jordan.
“Shit, that was good. Thanks for the fuck, Daddy,” Mia said before kissing him on the cheek. She wrapped around her Daddy’s left arm and hugged him tightly, feeling full, gaping, and satisfied. She looked down and saw Terra sucking on Jordan’s rod as if Terra had even less experience than Mia. “Let me.”
“Later, baby. Let’s see what she can do,” Jordan said before kissing Mia on the forehead.
Mia watched, but she couldn’t stand Terra’s slow pacing. She almost found it insulting that Terra wasn’t giving Jordan’s cock the respect it deserved.
“Come on, you can take more than that,” Mia sighed, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of Terra’s hair. She smiled as she forced Terra to take more of Jordan down her throat. Terra gagged and coughed, but after a minute began to breathe through her nose. “There we go. See? You’re not useless.”
“Should I cum in her mouth, baby?” Jordan asked, hugging Mia’s sweat-soaked waist.
“Hmm,” Mia hummed, gazing at Terra’s watering eyes. “Cum on her face. I want to see you ruin her makeup.”
“Excellent choice,” Jordan rasped before kissing Mia sweetly on the lips. “Take it out of your mouth.”
Terra didn’t react; she was enjoying the wide and throbbing sensation in the back of her throat. She was slapped by Jordan for her disobedience and immediately did as she was told.
“Stroke it, baby,” Jordan said to Mia.
Mia happily wrapped her tiny fingers around Jordan’s shaft and pumped as fast as she could. His cock throbbed in her hand before shooting a thick rope of cum along Terra’s forehead down to the heart-shaped pendant resting above her cleavage. Mia held Jordan’s chest and rubbed his back as he groaned loudly from the release.
“I guess that makes us both sluts,” Mia teased, looking at Terra’s cum-stained glasses. “Who’s in the picture on your pendant?”
“My husband,” Terra whispered, breathing heavily. “Now pound me, please.”
“Do you think she wants it, Mia?” Jordan teased.
“Nah, she doesn’t really want it,” Mia teased along.
“What? No. I’ve waited all this time. I can’t wait any longer,” Terra begged, crawling up to Jordan and placing her hands on his knees.