The director stepped up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick cock, already rock-hard. “Move over, Norman. Let me taste this whore’s juice.” He dropped to his knees, shoving Norman’s hand away and burying his face between my thighs. His tongue flicked my clit fast, then plunged inside me, eating me out like he was starving. I moaned loud, grabbing his hair.

  “Oh fuck, yes, tongue-fuck my sloppy cunt, you nasty bastard!” My slick poured down his chin as he slurped my swollen lips, ramming three thick fingers deep, twisting and stretching my tight hole. My thighs quivered; I was right on the edge.

  Norman stroked his cock, watching...