The Swap Party (3)
I laugh and roll off the bed, still catching my breath. A thin stream of cúm slides down my thigh. I wipe it away with my fingers, then grab him by the hair, yank his face down, and kiss him hard. Our tongues tangle, messy and wet. Then I walk away without looking back.
The main room is packed. More people have arrived, and a few are still stripping down. My eyes roam over naked bodies and hungry mouths. The air is thick with moans and panting breaths. I crawl into the center pile of flesh and limbs, feeling hands brush against my skin as I move.
There is a c**k near my mouth. It throbs with need. I take it in, pushing my lips down to the base and working my tongue along the underside. My knees are spread wide. A hand slides between my cheeks, and a finger pushes i
