Worick suddenly pulled you to his chest.

No, he signed with a cheeky smile. I want you to blow him. I'll help.

He looked over at Nic and nodded, signalling for the Twilight to rapidly undress and stand on the floor. Worick pulled you into a kiss roughly as Nicolas prepared himself. As you made out, tongues gliding against each other, Nic came back on the bed and positioned himself in front of you. Eventually, Worick broke the kiss and motioned for you to kneel on the floor.

He came with you to the floor, leading you over to Nic's hard dick with kisses and caresses. You kissed until his cock was between your lips. You felt Worick grab the back of your neck gently as he grabbed Nicolas' large cock and guided it towards your mouth. There was no room for argument; he wanted to guide you through this as if it was your first blow job.

And that made you want to do it even more.

From only a few inches away, he watched you begin to suck. You wanted to please him; show him what a good whore you could still be.

He kissed down your neck, on your ear and even on your cheek while you sucked up and down Nicolas' shaft. His hands roamed down the front of your body, eventually reaching your already dripping core. As he licked down your neck, you gasped suddenly when his left fingers plunged inside of you, pumping quickly. He wanted to make you cum again too.

Worick stroked your jaw as he tried to get you take even more of Nicolas' cock inside of your mouth. Nicolas' moans rattled the room, providing you a jumbled auditory stimulation, but making it so that Worick's own cock was leaking inside of his own boxer briefs which he had yet to remove.

He moved the hand at your jaw to the base of Nic's cock and joined you on pleasuring him, as your tongue explored the tip and underside while you kept your quickening pace going. The salty precum was already oozing into your mouth and despite the negative taste, you couldn't help but feel successful. Or at least, almost successful. Suddenly, you needed him to cum down your throat.

But you were deprived that sensation. Worick pulled you off of him and quickly replaced your mouth with his own, pushing his own underwear down to revealing his twitching member. Nicolas threw his head back. Yes, maybe you gave fantastic blow jobs, and you were a hell of a lot sexier, but Worick's blow jobs were always the best. A man would always give better blow jobs.

Resolutely and stubbornly, you sat back and began to quickly play with yourself, releasing moans that practically forced Worick's hands to jack himself off and to alert Nicolas to watch you.

Worick started sucking just on the head now, Nic's hips thrust forward into his mouth, ribbon after sticky ribbon of creamy fluid rushed down his throat, predatory eyes watching a messy orgasm erupt from your own lips.