Page 217 of Depraved Boys

My breaths became labored, and sweat beaded on my temples. If he didn’t stop, my muscles would rupture, and I would pee all over his face. I tried raising my hips, but his hands clamped down on my thighs, keeping me in place.

Sebastian chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“I…” My throat convulsed in time with the clenching and rippling of my core. “I don’t know!”

Leopold settled into a series of rhythmic tongue strokes that stretched from clit to opening. I sank further into his face and forced my muscles to relax.

My gaze drifted to Sebastian’s erection. Precum glistened from his slit, and his bulbous head darkened to an angry purple. I licked my lips.

Sebastian groaned in response. “Fuck, Willow.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” I tried not to laugh at the agitation in his voice and wrapped my fingers around him at the base.

Sebastian shuddered, which only added to the intensity of what Leopold was doing between my legs. I slid my hand up and down his pulsing length, enjoying how even more precum would ooze out of his slit when I got close to his tip.

“Willow,” he growled.

I leaned forward and, with one swipe of my tongue, licked the glistening fluid off his cock-head. Sebastian hissed through his teeth. I swirled my tongue against his hot, throbbing flesh, enjoying the whimper that reverberated in the back of his throat.

Leopold moved his tongue from side to side, the new movement sending sparks of intense pleasure up my insides and making me gasp. My eyes watered. How could I focus with Leopold’s tongue licking me to distraction?

I opened my mouth wider and let Sebastian slide his member in and out of my mouth.

“Yes,” Sebastian crooned. “Relax your jaw and take it all in.” His tip hit the roof of my mouth.

I adjusted the angle of my head so he could glide down to the back of my throat.

Threading his fingers through the back of my hair, he slid in and out of my mouth at a steady rhythm. As he withdrew, I lashed my tongue on the underside of his penis, making him shudder.

I curled my hands around his gorgeous, hard ass and enjoyed the feel of his muscles clenching with each thrust.

Leopold flicked his tongue over my swollen clit, and a muffled moan resounded in the back of my throat.

Sebastian groaned. “Do that again.”

I moaned louder, my lips vibrating around his erection, and Sebastian threw back his head. With a groan, his organ swelled, then pulsed. Warm fluid filled the back of my throat, and I gulped it down, making a mental note to pull back the next time, so I could get a chance for a proper taste.

Sebastian withdrew, his eyes so dilated, they were mostly black with a tiny ring of green. He leaned down, pressed his lips on mine, and delved his tongue into my mouth in several devouring strokes. Maybe he liked the taste of himself because his groans grew louder the more he kissed.

Leopold’s flicks grew in intensity, and the pleasure sparking from my clit became lightning bolts. At first, it felt like my bladder would empty all over his face, but my core muscles clamped so hard, they made my thighs encase his head like a vise.

With one particularly hard flick, a wave of pleasure crashed through my insides, making my entire body shudder with violent spasms. Every nerve ending screamed with the intensity of my climax, and I collapsed onto Sebastian’s belly, crying out my release.

Leopold’s tongue fluttered around my clit, prolonging the orgasm, and I clenched my teeth, breathing hard through the sensations.

His tongue slowed to a stop, and panic exploded in my heart. For a moment, I thought Leopold had passed out, but he squeezed my hips, and I lifted myself off his face.

Sweat darkened his blond hair, and red blotches covered his cheeks. He stared up at me with unfocused, aquamarine eyes, looking like he’d fought ten rounds with a heavyweight boxer.

Guilt squeezed at my heart. I knew it had been a bad idea to sit on his face.

“W-Wills!” Leopold said between labored breaths.

Chest tightening, I let Sebastian help me off the mattress. “What?”

He gripped his angry, red penis. It oozed so much precum, it reminded me of a dribbling candle. “Come here and smother me with your tits.”

Snickering, Sebastian helped me off the bed. “You’d better do what he says before he implodes.”