Brazil did it again and made me jerk back against the door.

BOOM!

I said, “Shouldn’t we get away from this door? We might make too much noise over here.”

Brazil laughed and actually pulled me toward the bed by my dick.

“Whoa, whoa, that’s a sensitive tool there,” I told her.

Andrea followed close behind, kissing my shoulders, neck, and back.

“She’s not gonna hurt you. We know what we’re doing.”

“I hope so,” I told her.

We made it over to the bed where Brazil pulled me on top of her. She pushed me forward and onto my hands and knees, where she ended up underneath me. Then Andrea climbed to the top of the bed above Brazil and put her juicy platter right smack in my face, with her legs wide open.

She grabbed me by the top of my head and told me, “Come get what you want,” while pushing my face in between her sweet spot. While I slid my tongue around Andrea’s edges, up and down, and in and out of her treasure, Brazil continued to suck me off.

Andrea massaged my neck and shoulders as she slowly worked her pelvis into my open mouth.

She’s still soft and sweet, I told myself. She still got it.

Brazil worked me enough to put a little extra spice on my tongue for Andrea. I started bouncing up and down and tensing up as my arms and legs began to shake from the pleasure.

“Ahhh,” Andrea moaned. She started squeezing my shoulders harder. “Put a condom on him, girl,” she told Brazil. “Put a condom on him.”

I was glad to see she wasn’t as crazy as TaShay had been. Going raw was dangerous for plenty of reasons, especially with our history. So Brazil slid from underneath me, climbed off of the bed, pulled out a condom from her small purse, and came back to slide it down my shaft.

When she was finished, Andrea pulled me forward by my arms and grabbed my dick to slide it into her soft wetness.

“Ooh, bring it home to me, baby. Bring it home to me.”

I started to stroke Andrea for the first time in years, only for Brazil to climb on top of my back and hold on tight for the ride. She kissed and licked the back of my neck and bit softly on my earlobes, while she rubbed my chest with her soft, moist hands. But I was concerned about our combined pressure on Andrea.

“Wait, is this too heavy?…Is it too heavy?” I asked her in between strokes.

“No…I’m good…I’m good,” she moaned in her response.

So I continued to pour it on her.

Brazil gave me compliments from behind.

“Ooh, you workin’ it, Mister, you workin’ it.”

Then she went and stuck a wet finger in my asshole.

I jerked back and said, “Hey, stop that!”

I was already too far along to stop or to slow down my stroke. So Brazil poked me in the ass anyway. The irritation forced me to stroke Andrea faster and harder to get it over with, while I squeezed my ass cheeks tight to keep Brazil’s wet finger out.