If Tucker hadn’t just spent himself, he would be rock hard and dripping pre-c*m at the sight of Sam straddling Kylan and lowering herself onto his face. Instead, the electric tingle of arousal coursed through him like the excitement of being on a roller coaster. Sam looked so beautiful partially silhouetted against the soft light that came through their bedroom curtains, back arched and chest heaving with heavy breaths. Tucker was frozen in awe despite the buzzing sensation that encouraged him to leap on the bed and participate in the pleasure.
Tucker eventually snapped out of it, but then he faced a new dilemma. He could either get between Kylan’s legs and play with him until he got off, or he could sit at the head of the bed behind Sam and help her reach her climax instead. Ultimately,
