Thrilling Race With Self-pleasure

“Here.”
She reached around me and grabbed the base of my dick. I looked over at him and saw him watching my dick intently. He needed to be fucked. “I’m cumming!”
He pushed back against his thrusts and his hole tightened around my shaft. He was gentle, taking my left ball into his mouth first. His breathing quickened. It was swollen and angry. I’d always wanted to do that. My dick twitched. A FWB I once had referred to it as a “weapon.” I’m uncut with a foreskin that covers all the head when soft and half of it when I’m hard. I got braved and brough my thumb to his crack. “Oh, my fucking god!” I somehow managed to gasp, “Suck my fucking dick!”
He didn’t stop. Sensual. I imagined one ass was basically like another. “Take it out.”
He hastily fumbled at his jockstrap, the impact of my hips against his causing him to have difficulty.