A present for Kissy

Kissy sits blindfolded on the bed, her breath quickening. I take her by the shoulders and lean in close. "Stay still," I whisper. Then I wave him forward—the man with the hard cock standing ready. He steps between her parted knees and brings himself to her mouth. She tastes him first, lips brushing warm skin, then opens wider and takes him in. Her blonde hair brushes his thigh while the brunette on the other side watches, holding her own breath. He slides deeper. Kissy moans around him, tongue working, jaw relaxing as he fills her. The rhythm builds slow, then harder. She swallows more, throat flexing, and every wet sound fills the quiet room.