Wibeke's wish

Wibeke called the other day. All she could think about was a thick cock driving into her flexible little cunt. She asked if I knew any hungry guys who could give it to her rough. Of course I did. Her friend arrived minutes later, dark hair falling over her shoulders, and they didn’t waste time on talk. The brunette’s mouth was quick to find Wibeke’s, then lower, kissing and licking until Wibeke’s breath came fast. She opened her thighs wide for the tongue that traced every fold. Soon the guy was there, hard already. Wibeke dropped to her knees, lips stretching around him. Her blonde hair swung as she bobbed, taking him deep, the brunette beside her, holding her hair and guiding her. Spit ran down his shaft while Wibeke moaned around it. They moved her to the bed on all fours. The brunette lay beneath, mouth busy between Wibeke’s legs, tongue flicking her clit. He knelt behind Wibeke, pressed the fat head of his cock against her asshole and pushed. She gasped at the stretch, then pushed back, wanting every inch. He sank into her ass with slow, steady thrusts until his hips met her cheeks. Wibeke rocked between them, the brunette’s mouth sucking on her clit, the man’s cock filling her ass. She whimpered, the pleasure sharp and constant. He pulled out only to push back in, each stroke firmer than the last. Her body shook, blonde hair stuck to her damp skin. She begged for more, and he gave it. Long, deliberate thrusts that made her clench around him. The brunette licked every drop that slipped down Wibeke’s thighs. When he finally pulled free, Wibeke stayed on her knees, ass glistening, lips parted, still hungry for whatever came next.