Both of them unconsciously licked their lips. “Upstairs,” Bill said and I felt myself lifted off the sofa. His tongue licked up one side of my pussy and down the other, pausing to flick my clit on every pass. I squeezed his balls in my hand as I began slowly to move up and down his rod. “Instead of betting on the game, bet on me.”
“What do you mean?” he asked. I kept myself occupied in the kitchen while Bill and his friends broke open a bottle of Tequila and choose their numbers for the pool. I began kissing his throbbing shaft, working my tongue around and around the top of his cock. I was hornier than ever when Alex also won the third quarter but he said Mike could have his turn. His cock was hard against his jeans. Bill was taking more pictures as I began to suck faster and faster.
