Taylor had to admit, she couldn't blame Katy. Most boys were fun, but for her, there was nothing like Harlan. Or his eight inch cock, dripping honey as Katy pumped it up and down with her flying cunt. Taylor's eyes glittered as she watched. She stared at Katy, incensed, and Katy noticed, returning her gaze with adorable aplomb.
"God, I love fucking! There's nothing like feeling a nice hard cock in your juicy cunt, is there? And to have a big drink of a man's warm, creamy cum shooting down your throat... that's not so bad either!"
Taylor gritted her teeth. Katy was mocking her, teasing her for getting cum smeared on her pretty face while
she
got to enjoy her boyfriend's prick.
"We should share him!" Katy exclaimed, all wide-eyed innocence, like she was suggesting an arts and crafts project for a class of kindergarteners. "You know he'd love to get fucked by both of us at once! Especially with these tits I've got! You know men love big juicy tits like mine!"
Taylor stood there open-mouthed—insult being added to injury when a drop of cum ran over her upper lip and into her mouth. Fuck it. She had to do something about this and she
would not
give Katy the satisfaction of being the bad guy, blueballing her boyfriend instead of letting him cum in that slutty Katy Perry cunt.
"Harlan, let her ride your cock. I want to ride your mouth!"
Even through the delirium of plowing Katy—pumping away between her creamy thighs, making all of her voluptuous body jiggle with his thrusts—Harlan heard that. Taylor didn't think she could pretend it had more to do with her being his girlfriend than with it being two girls at once.
Harlan rolled onto his back, his cock still buried in Katy. He pulled her on top of him. She instantly loved the new position, moaning as she swayed on his lap, directing his shaft against her clit and rolling her ass wildly.
In her knee-high socks, her hound's-tooth skirt, Taylor marched her miles of legs up over Harlan's body. She lowered herself down to straddle his face, surrounding it with her supple thighs, then reaching under her skirt to pull her panties out of the way.
Taylor had a very sensitive clit. It was bigger than many's; just about every boy she had dated had told her so. And it got very stiff when she was turned on. It was what made her come a lot faster, sometimes a lot harder, than most women. Some of her girlfriends took what seemed like hours to come, but sometimes it only took four or five strokes from Harlan to get her off. She didn't know if that was entirely him or her oversized clit—probably a mix of both—but either way, Taylor was by no means a cold fish.
