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No one can see me under the blankets anyway. So I let my hand dip into my wetness and think about what those two cocks must have looked like cumming all over the place.
The Biggest Licker Season Update!
Chase: Hello and welcome to another installment of our analysis of Biggest Licker – the most popular reality show on TV. I’m your host, Chase Worthington.
Nadia: And as always, I’m your co-host, Nadia Moore.
Chase: Well, this has been a very sexy week on Biggest Licker!
Nadia: Agreed! For our viewers on television who caught the highlights, we invite you to explore 24 hours of Biggest Licker on our mobile app, available both for Google Android and iOS devices. Here you can watch the contestants that we’ve all fallen in love with, Megan, Madden, and Tristan, as they engage in the most lewdest and lascivious of sexual flirtation.
Chase: It’s guaranteed to get the dick hard and the pussy wet, I’ll tell you that.
Nadia: Just as we were preparing for this, Chase and I were watching the what audiences around the country are calling the “Big Cock Confrontation” where Megan Wright ordered both of her suiters to strip while she began to size them up based on the size of their yummy looking cocks.
Chase: It was so hot that Nadia and I even started going at it.
Nadia: That’s right audience! It’s a good thing neither of us is married because after a few minutes of watching Megan and two gorgeous, hot, billionaires, I couldn’t help myself and I had Chase’s cock in my own mouth as I began milking it. If we didn’t have to come on the air, I would have made him cum all over me.
Chase: That’s right audience. Unfortunately, we didn’t get that opportunity so I’m walking around with a tent in my pants, and I’m just glad the cameras are only capturing up to my waist. Otherwise I’d have to ask to sit in a wheelchair to hide the, uhm, well you know—
Nadia: Oh no, Chase, you can’t joke about wheelchairs on live national television. We might get fined.
Chase: Oh, fuck. Well, let’s get back to the show. People across America are just buzzing with delight. Megan is starting to stand up on her own two feet and she’s starting to take charge. She had the billionaires naked and fully erect at what was supposed to be a quiet celebratory dinner.
Nadia: What does our young virgin have in her mind to do next?
Chase: I’m sure it’s going to be something wild. But this girl needs to stay away from the fire. She might give in if she’s not careful.
Nadia: Please. She’s managed this long. I think homegirl has some sense in her to not open her legs.
Chase: Even if they say just the tip?
Nadia: Especially if they say just the tip. The rules of the contest are clear. Whoever takes Megan’s virginity becomes the Biggest Licker. But if Megan prevails, the Biggest Licker title passes onto her.
Chase: It’s a tough act, trying to stay
aloof from so much man meat walking around in the house. I’m totally straight and even I might do them.
Nadia: Ooh, Chase, you can’t pretend to be gay on national television either. Sorry. We might get fined again.
Chase: Fucking Christ. Sorry. Let’s just stick to virgin pussies.
Nadia: To see if Megan’s virgin pussy manages to hold out another episode, be sure to join us this week on….
Voiceover: The Biggest Licker!!!!!
Megan
“Morning, princess.”
Tristan’s voice, husky from sleep, sends a thrill through me as I make my way into the media room and settle on the cushy chair facing the giant flat screen. I can’t help thinking about what I did last night before I went to sleep—and what he did. Twice, apparently.
“Hey.” I grin, going for casual as I tuck my feet up under me. Not an easy task when he’s sitting there looking sexy as hell in nothing but pajama pants, his dark hair slightly rumpled from sleep and still wearing the wire-rimmed glasses I rarely see him in. “Sleep well?”
Tristan arches a brow, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “You could say that. Until I was woken from a damn sexy dream about a certain lovely lady by our dear friend Chase.”
“Dude’s a regular fucking cock-blocker coming over that intercom at the ass crack of dawn,” Madden grumbles in agreement as he joins us in the media room and sits on the couch across from Tristan. He’s wearing even less than Tristan—just a pair of boxer briefs—and I can’t help gawking. He rubs his hand back and forth through his light brown hair, then notices me staring and gives me a dimpled grin.
