Bet Your Bottom

She leans against the counter with a smirk that spells trouble. HoneyBee, blonde and bare where it counts, tells him the wager like it’s nothing. Lose and he hands Liz over for an hour behind the curtain. Liz, dark hair wild, bush still glistening from their last round, bites her lip but doesn’t say no. He takes the bet. HoneyBee drops first. Her tongue drags up his length in one slow stroke, then she swallows him to the root. Liz kneels beside her. Two mouths work him over, lips meeting around his shaft, spit mixing on every pass. HoneyBee wins. She pulls Liz onto the desk and swings a leg over her face. 69, wet and loud. Liz licks upward while HoneyBee grinds down. HoneyBee doesn’t stop sucking him either, throat pulsing every time she takes him deep again. Isiah steps in from the side, thick cock heavy in his hand. He slides straight into Liz, slow at first, then hard enough to shove her mouth tighter against HoneyBee’s cunt. The two women moan into each other. HoneyBee keeps her lips wrapped around the cigar man until his knees buckle, until Liz is shaking from the pounding behind her, until the room smells like sweat and sex and spent matches.