Spencer woke to the familiar feeling of a tongue sliding under his foreskin and a soft hand cupping his balls. For a few moments he couldn't recall where he was. Was it Jenny or Anna?
Then he remembered how the previous evening had ended.
The girls had given him a splendidly adoring and thorough blowjob before, despite their earlier resolve, taking turns to get f****d once more in every position imaginable. They eventually left at midnight, thoroughly shafted and having some difficulty walking. He'd seen them off to their taxi with an enormous smile and an aching c**k.
Which meant that the mouth that was currently bobbing up and down on his erection under the covers had to be...
He threw his duvet off to see Emma smiling wickedly around a mouthful of d**k.
She paused her oral ministra
