Before I knew it, we were at the king-size bed. Max was already lying in wait, his body was stretched perpendicularly across the bed, face-up, with his head close to the edge.
Foster’s thighs met the sides of the bed and he began to let me slip from his arms onto it. I clutched at him, not wanting to let go of the intimate contact.
“Sixty-nine, Mai,” urged Max. “I need to feel your lips around my aching hard c**k as Foster f***s you more deeply than you have ever been f****d before,” he continued in agonized lust.
I could see how hard and how red he was, as I watched the pre-c*m oozing from his tortured tip. I wanted to taste it, I wanted to ease his need and soothe his aching flesh with my mouth. I needed it as badly as he did.
“I want to feel how the reaction reaches your mouth, as F
