“Okay.” He bit his lip. “If you’re sure?”
“Goddammit. Who’s in charge here?”
Pretty Boy reached forward and stroked Spike’s bleached hair. “It’ll be okay, baby.” He took Spike’s c**k and centered it between Delilah’s rounded buttocks. “Go ahead.”
“Yes, go ahead, Spike. I’m ready.” Her back bowed gracefully, and she began to lick Pretty Boy’s c**k, swirl her tongue around the crown, and gradually swallow him.
Spike thrust his hips forward. “Oh!” And a look of dazed surprise colored his face.
“Now lean closer so I can kiss you, baby,” Pretty Boy murmured.
Spike wrapped both his arms around Pretty Boy and sank into the kiss, virtually forgetting his c**k was in Delilah’s ass. His soft whimpers were muffled by Pretty Boy’s lips.
“I can’t see!” The voice was falsetto again, and contained
