Like octopuses, arms, legs and tongues seemed to be everywhere. Q was in the middle of the excitement, receiving a tongue bath. The girls divided him in half, with Tender taking the upper body and Kat focusing on the lower. Kat went straight for his manhood, taking it in her mouth. She spit on it and then licked it clean. She repeated the process numerous times. Meanwhile, Tender lovingly held Q’s face in her hands, while their tongues swam violently in each other’s mouths. He eagerly matched her passion with equal parts of his own.

As Kat furiously bobbed her head up and down, she snuck a peek up at Q and Tender. And even though she was doing a hell of a job, it seemed like Tender had his undivided attention. In an attempt to steal the show, Kat moved from his penis to his scrotum, before licking hungrily at his anus. She had her own agenda, to be as freaky as she could. If she had her way, this would be Tender’s last time with Q. Before he knew it, she had his legs spread in the air while she attacked his asshole like there was no tomorrow.

“OOOOOhhh!!” he moaned, finally breaking his lip lock. “SSSSSssss …”

Previously, his asshole had been no man’s land. Never in his life had he had a woman freak him like this. Through facial expressions, he begged her to stop. But his mouth didn’t move to ennunciate the words. Somehow, they were stuck in his throat.

Tender couldn’t believe what Kat was doing. This bitch is nasty, she thought. There was no way in the world she was doing that. There was nothing anybody could say to convince her otherwise.

Finally, Q had had enough, he broke Kat’s beastly grip, bringing his legs to a rest on the bed. Though the sensation was good, unlike anything he’d ever experienced sexually, the position in which he was placed wasn’t masculine at all. That was reason enough for him to stop it. His ego was killing him. He wondered, What would his friends think if they could see him?

Clearly, Kat was the aggressor here. Tender had fallen back somewhat, giving her room to work. She licked from his scrotum upward, leaving a trail of saliva till she found the opening of his mouth. They exchanged sloppy French kisses, to Tender’s amazement. Then Kat scooted her body up, and sat on his face. Q helped himself to an endless amount of her love juices. He was barely able to breathe. His nose and mouth seemed to be buried inside her vagina. Like dogs in heat, they seemed to go at it.