Fired!
"See, it's mine after all," Taylor says, to the chagrin of Karen.
Taylor kneels in front of me and impatiently wraps her mouth around my cock. I stifle a groan at the feel of her warm tongue.
Karen looks on and starts to slowly finger herself. I motion for her to come closer. She steps to my left and guides my fingers into her wet slit. I finger fuck her while she bends her head to lick my nipples. The double stimuli places me on the verge.
Realizing that I am about to cum, Taylor increases her pace and pushes my rod farther down her throat. I groan as the sensations force me to release my load inside her mouth. She slightly gags, spilling some of my cum on her chin. The sight of Taylor's cum-filled mouth triggers a surge of Karen's fluids as I continue thrusting my fingers into her hole. Karen body convulses as another wave of her juices drenches my fingers.
Taylor picks up a roll of masking tape and tapes my now limp member onto my groin. "That solves it," she says, as she then paints on me a pair of boxer shorts.
Karen glances at her phone as she says, "Time's up. We have to get back to work."
"It's kinda unfair," Taylor remarks, picking up a paint roller.
"What's unfair?" I ask in a surprised tone.
"You and Karen get to cum, while I don't," she pouts.
"We could remedy that later," Karen replies, as Taylor looks at me impatiently. I think about my already limp dick and wonder how I could get it up at such short notice.
When do I suggest we do it?
Taylor kneels in front of me and impatiently wraps her mouth around my cock. I stifle a groan at the feel of her warm tongue.
Karen looks on and starts to slowly finger herself. I motion for her to come closer. She steps to my left and guides my fingers into her wet slit. I finger fuck her while she bends her head to lick my nipples. The double stimuli places me on the verge.
Realizing that I am about to cum, Taylor increases her pace and pushes my rod farther down her throat. I groan as the sensations force me to release my load inside her mouth. She slightly gags, spilling some of my cum on her chin. The sight of Taylor's cum-filled mouth triggers a surge of Karen's fluids as I continue thrusting my fingers into her hole. Karen body convulses as another wave of her juices drenches my fingers.
Taylor picks up a roll of masking tape and tapes my now limp member onto my groin. "That solves it," she says, as she then paints on me a pair of boxer shorts.
Karen glances at her phone as she says, "Time's up. We have to get back to work."
"It's kinda unfair," Taylor remarks, picking up a paint roller.
"What's unfair?" I ask in a surprised tone.
"You and Karen get to cum, while I don't," she pouts.
"We could remedy that later," Karen replies, as Taylor looks at me impatiently. I think about my already limp dick and wonder how I could get it up at such short notice.
When do I suggest we do it?