Dynamic friendship

John was a tower of a man, his biceps flexing as he bent over his workstation, the veins in his forearms popping with the effort of his labor. His office, while not exactly spacious, was meticulously organized, with tools arranged in a way that suggested a mind that craved order amidst chaos. The walls were adorned with awards and certificates, but it was his work that truly spoke for itself. His colleague, Bobby, was his antithesis—short and slender, with a mop of unruly hair that seemed to defy gravity as it stuck out at every angle.

The two men worked side by side, their friendship a beacon in the otherwise mundane office setting. They were the dynamic duo of the workplace, John's calm and methodical approach balancing Bobby's hyperactive enthusiasm. Bobby was known for his sharp intellect and quick wit, while John was the silent **** that made sure their projects were completed on time and to perfection.

One day, as John was lost in thought, Bobby approached with a furrowed brow, clutching a sheaf of papers in his trembling hands. "John," he began, his voice a tad shakier than usual, "I've got a bit of a problem with the McAllister account. The numbers just aren't adding up, and the deadline is looming."

John looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Bobby's. He knew that look; it meant Bobby was in over his head and needed help. "Let's take a look," he said, his voice a soothing rumble that seemed to resonate through the very air. Bobby visibly relaxed, grateful for John's unruffled demeanor in the face of impending deadlines.

As they pored over the numbers, the door to their shared office swung open with a gentle squeak, and in walked Lana. She was Bobby's girlfriend, a vision of mixed-race beauty with long black hair that cascaded down her back and framed a face that was a perfect blend of Asian elegance and freckled Caucasian charm. Her figure was a delightful contradiction—petite yet curvy, with a perky set of C-cup breasts that bobbed gently as she walked.

But it was the bulge in John's pants that immediately caught her eye. She couldn't help but feel a stirring in her loins, a heat that spread from her core and painted a devilish smile on her lips. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help but be drawn to the raw power that emanated from the man. As she set down Bobby's lunch, she bent over slightly, making sure to give John an eyeful of her generous rear end. It was a tease she knew he'd appreciate, a silent invitation that sent his heart racing and his cock twitching in his pants.

Lana's eyes sparkled with mischief as she straightened up, her gaze lingering on John for just a moment longer than necessary. She wiggled her fingers at the two men in a playful wave before sashaying out of the office, her hips swaying hypnotically. Bobby, oblivious to the electric current that had just passed between his girlfriend and his best friend, dove back into the spreadsheet with renewed vigor. But John couldn't help but watch her leave, his thoughts swirling with a mix of desire and guilt. He knew he shouldn't want her, but he couldn't help it. His body had a mind of its own, and it was screaming for release.

Over the next few weeks, Lana's visits became more frequent and increasingly brazen. She'd wear tight, low-cut tops that emphasized her ample cleavage, or short skirts that barely concealed the jiggle of her rounded buttocks as she walked. Every time she'd lean over their desks to hand them a document or ask a question, she'd make sure to give John a good view of what lay beneath. Her innuendos grew bolder, her laughs a touch more sultry. It was a dance of temptation that John found himself powerless to resist.

One sweltering Friday afternoon, Lana sailed into the office with a spring in her step, her skirt riding high on her thighs with every step. She had a knowing smile on her face as she approached John's desk, a small brown bag in her hand. "I brought you lunch," she said, her voice a sweet siren's song. "I know how much you hate the cafeteria food."

John's stomach rumbled in appreciation as he took the bag, his eyes never leaving hers. "Thanks, Lana," he murmured, his voice thick with unspoken want.

Bobbie looked up from his computer, his eyes lighting up. "What's the occasion?"

She winked at John. "Just a little something to keep the big guy happy," she said, her voice a seductive purr that made John's cock swell painfully in his pants. "You know how grumpy he gets when he's not fed properly."

Bobby laughed, none the wiser. "Yeah, he's a bear," he said, shaking his head. But as he turned back to his work, Lana took the opportunity.

"Oops," she giggled, dropping a pen and bending over to retrieve it, her skirt riding up to expose her thong. It was a tiny scrap of material that did nothing to hide the fullness of her ass, the fabric disappearing into the crack as she bent over. John's breath hitched in his throat as he stared, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

Bobbie glanced over, his eyes widening as he took in the sight before him. He coughed, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Lana, I think you dropped something," he said, his voice a little too high.

She straightened up, her cheeks flushing a delicious shade of pink. "So clumsy of me," she said, her eyes gleaming. "Thank you, Bobby." She bent over again, this time even further, giving John a clear view of her pussy, her thong soaked through with her arousal. He could see the outline of her labia, the fabric clinging to her wetness.

John's cock was now painfully hard, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew he should look away, should focus on his work, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the erotic scene playing out before him. Lana noticed his rapt attention and took it as a cue to keep going. She swayed her hips back and forth, the fabric of her thong disappearing and reappearing with every movement, teasing him with glimpses of her slick pussy.

With a dramatic flair, she finally stood up and fixed her skirt quickly, tugging it down over her hips. She turned to face Bobby, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, her voice light and airy. "Bobbie, did you invite John to watch the game tomorrow?"

Bobby blinked, his mind racing. "Uh, no, I haven't," he stuttered. "But, I mean, I can..."

Lana leaned in, her breasts brushing against John's arm as she whispered in Bobby's ear. "I think you should," she said, her breath warm and sweet. "John loves sports, and it's been so long since we've had anyone over."

Bobby nodded, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and excitement. "Yeah, sure," he said, his voice thick. "John, you're coming to watch the game with us tomorrow, right?"

John felt his heart hammer in his chest as he looked into Lana's eyes. He knew what she was hinting at, and his cock twitched in response. "I'd love to," he said, his voice a low rumble. "But only if it's not too much trouble."

"Trouble?" Lana scoffed, her eyes dancing. "You know Bobby loves to host."

Bobby nodded, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Yeah," he murmured, his gaze dropping to John's crotch. "It'll be no trouble at all."

The tension in the room was palpable, a thick, sexual haze that seemed to cling to them as they worked. Every time John shifted in his seat, the fabric of his pants whispered against his cock, sending a bolt of pleasure through him.

As the day dragged on, John's discomfort grew. His balls were swollen and heavy, and he knew he'd need to find some relief soon. The thought of being near Lana, of watching her with Bobby, was too much. He needed to come, and he needed it now.

He excused himself to the bathroom, his heart racing as he stumbled through the door. Once inside, he locked himself in a stall and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his porn collection. He found a video that always did the trick, one with a busty brunette who looked a bit like Lana. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving faster and faster as he imagined her lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes looking up at him with that same hungry expression she'd had when she'd bent over earlier.

The pressure built, his muscles tensing as he approached climax. He bit his lip to stifle a groan, his cock pulsing in his hand.

And then it came—a torrent so intense that it was almost painful. The first spurt hit the back of the toilet bowl with a wet slap, sending ripples through the water. It was as if a dam had burst within him, releasing a flood of cum that seemed to go on forever. His body convulsed with each spurt, his cock jerking in his grip as rope after rope of thick, white semen shot out. It splattered against the porcelain with a rhythmic beat, a testament to his overactive libido.

John's eyes rolled back in his head as he pumped out more cum than any normal man could ever hope to produce. It was a never-ending flow that seemed to come from the very core of his being, a physical manifestation of the desire that consumed him. The sound of it filled the small bathroom stall, a symphony of release that echoed through his mind.

As he watched the cum continue to shoot out, he couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and dread. The sheer volume was a reminder of the burden he bore—his body's insatiable need for sexual release. But as the last drops left him, he felt the tension in his balls begin to ease, the ache in his body subsiding. He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall of the stall, his heart hammering in his chest.

With a sigh, John tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up, his mind racing. He knew that tomorrow's game night would be a test of his willpower—and his friendship with Bobby. Lana's teasing had pushed him to the brink today, and he could only imagine what she had planned for tomorrow.

He washed his hands and took one last look in the mirror, his eyes lingering on the bulge in his pants. It was going to be a long, hard night—both literally and figuratively. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, and headed back to the office, ready to face whatever the weekend had in store.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, with John's thoughts never straying far from Lana's teasing. When the clock finally struck five, he grabbed his bag and practically sprinted out the door, eager to get home and prepare for the game night that was sure to be anything but ordinary.

The following evening, John pulled up to Bobby and Lana's house, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the weight of his cock in his pants, a constant reminder of the tension building within him. The house was a typical suburban bungalow, with a well-tended lawn and a picket fence. He took a deep breath and marched up the walkway, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out to knock on the door.

It swung open to reveal Bobby, his eyes alight with excitement. "John!" he exclaimed, slapping him on the back. "You made it!"

John **** a smile, his eyes darting past Bobby to the living room where Lana lounged on the couch. She was wearing a tight T-shirt that clung to her breasts like a second skin, and a pair of shorts so small they could have passed for underwear. The sight of her sent a jolt of pure lust through his body, and he had to fight the urge to grab her and fuck her right there in the doorway.

"Hey, John," she purred, her eyes raking over him hungrily. "Ready for some football?"

John nodded, his voice strangled. "Yeah, sure," he managed to croak out.

Bobbie grinned, oblivious to the tension that crackled in the air. "Great! I've got the snacks and beer all set up. Lana's been dying to watch the game with some company."

As they settled into the living room, John couldn't help but feel like he was walking into a trap. Every move Lana made was calculated, every gesture designed to drive him wild. She leaned over the coffee table, her breasts threatening to spill out of her shirt as she handed him a beer. She sat close, her thigh pressing against his, her hand brushing against his absently. And all the while, Bobby chattered away, blissfully unaware of the silent seduction playing out beside him.

The game began, but John couldn't focus. His eyes kept drifting to Lana, who was fanning herself with a magazine. "It's so hot in here," she complained, her voice a low purr. "I think I'm going to go cool off in the pool." She got up, her shorts riding up even further, revealing the curve of her ass cheeks.

Bobbie nodded distractedly, his eyes glued to the screen. "Sure, babe," he said, his voice a little too casual.

John's cock twitched as she sidestepped in front of him, the fabric of her shorts stretching taut over her ass. She bent over the coffee table collecting empty bottles off the coffee table, her plump cheeks just inches from his face, and the smell of her arousal filled the air. He watched, his breathing shallow, as she reached for a bottle of beer, her thong clearly visible. It was a deliberate move, a challenge that she knew he couldn't resist.

Her ass was a masterpiece, a perfect handful of flesh that begged to be squeezed and claimed. He could see the outline of her pussy, the fabric of her thong damp with her desire. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to lean in and kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs, not to trace his tongue along the crevice of her ass.

John's heart skipped a beat as he watched her go. The backyard was visible through the sliding glass doors, and he knew that Bobby's chair was angled in such a way that he couldn't see the pool. It was a deliberate move on Lana's part, a private show just for him. He took a sip of his beer, trying to calm his racing thoughts as he heard the soft splash of water.

When she emerged from the pool house, she was a vision in a tiny string thong bikini that left little to the imagination. Her ass was a perfect heart-shape, the fabric barely covering her cheeks. Water droplets clung to her skin, making her look like a goddess rising from the depths. She sashayed to the edge of the pool, her eyes locked on John's.

With a wink, she leaned over the side, her breasts straining against the flimsy fabric of her top. John could see her hard nipples poking through, begging to be released. She slipped into the pool with a giggle, the water rippling around her as she submerged herself. When she came up, she flipped her hair back, water cascading down her neck and chest. She knew exactly what she was doing to him, and she reveled in it.

After a few minutes of teasing, Lana climbed out of the pool, her skin glistening in the soft light of the setting sun. She didn't bother to dry off; instead, she sauntered over to the lounge chair and plucked a popsicle from the bowl on the table. She opened it with practiced ease, her tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of condensation. Then, she took a long, slow lick, her eyes never leaving John's.

The popsicle was a phallic symbol that didn't need explanation. She took another lick, her teeth sinking into the icy treat as she moaned with pleasure. The sound sent a bolt of electricity straight to John's cock, making it throb painfully in his pants. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use.

Bobbie was too engrossed in the game to notice the tension thickening the air. He cheered as his team scored, clapping John on the back without a care in the world. Meanwhile, John's eyes remained glued to Lana, who was now lying back on the chair, one hand idly playing with the strings of her bikini top.

Her fingers danced closer and closer to her breasts, a promise of what was to come. John's cock grew harder with every passing second, his body screaming for release. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

And that was when Bobby's phone rang, the shrill sound slicing through the tension.

"Hold on," Bobby said, his eyes flicking to the phone. "It's the boss." He took the call, his face contorting with a mix of annoyance and professionalism. "What's up?"

Lana took the opportunity to slip away, her wet bikini leaving a trail of water across the floor. She disappeared into the house, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the tiles echoing through the open space. John watched her go, his eyes glued to her ass as it wiggled enticingly with every step. He could feel the beginnings of a headache, a sure sign that his need for release was reaching critical levels.

Bobbie's conversation grew heated, his voice rising as he paced the room. "No, no, no," he said, waving his hands in the air. "We can't push the deadline back again!" He rolled his eyes at John, who could only nod sympathetically, his mind elsewhere.

Finally, Bobby had had enough. "Look, I'll call you back," he said, cutting the call short. "I can't hear a word you're saying." He turned to John and Lana, who had reappeared wearing a tight tank top and even shorter shorts. "I've got to go in and sort this out," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "This is turning into a bigger mess than I thought"

Without waiting for a response, Bobby disappeared, the sound of his voice growing faint as he moved away. John felt his heart hammer in his chest, his eyes locked on Lana. She leaned over the couch, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress as she offered him a plate of nachos. He took them, his hand brushing against her thigh, the heat of her skin burning through his fingers.

Her eyes met his, a silent challenge in their depths. "You know you want it," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate through his very soul.

John swallowed hard, his cock pulsing with every beat of his heart. "I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, his voice thick with desire.

Lana smirked, her hand sliding up his thigh to cup his swollen bulge. "Liar," she said, her voice a playful purr. "Your body doesn't lie, John."

Her hand continued to explore, her fingertips teasing the outline of his cock through his pants. It was a dance of temptation that he was powerless to resist. He knew he should stop her, should pull away, but the desire was too great.

It was then that Bobby's voice called out from the other room, breaking the spell. "Hey, John, you wanna grab me a beer?"

John froze, his cock pulsing in Lana's hand. "Uh, yeah," he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse with need. "Be right there."

Lana giggled, her hand still stroking him gently. "Better hurry," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

John nodded, his thoughts racing. He had to get out of there, had to compose himself before he did something they'd all regret. He gently extracted his cock from her grip, his eyes never leaving hers.

As he approached the kitchen, his heart was in his throat. What the hell had just happened? He'd never wanted to betray Bobby like that, never wanted to be the guy who stole his friend's girl. But Lana was like a siren, and his body was responding to her call.

Bobbie was waiting for him in the kitchen, his eyes wide with anticipation. "John," he said, his voice low and serious. "I need to talk to you, man to man."

John took a deep breath, bracing himself for what was about to come. He knew Bobby wasn't stupid—he had to have noticed the tension between them. But what he wasn't prepared for was the request that followed.

"Look," Bobby began, his voice a mix of vulnerability and determination. "I think Lana's not happy with me. I mean, I try, but..." He trailed off, his cheeks reddening. "I think she needs more, and I... I just can't give it to her."

John's mind reeled as Bobby spoke, the words hitting him like a sledgehammer. Could it be true? Did Bobby know about Lana's teasing, her flirtations? Or was this some kind of twisted joke?

"John," Bobby said, his voice a plea. "You're the biggest, baddest motherfucker I know. You've got a cock that could make a pornstar weep. And I think, I think that maybe... you could help me out."

John's hand paused on the fridge handle, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his arousal. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying," Bobby continued, his eyes earnest. "That I think you should fuck my girlfriend."

John's jaw dropped, his thoughts a tangled mess of shock, anger, and lust. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What the fuck, Bobby?" he exploded. "You're asking me to do what?"

Bobbie took a step back, his expression a mix of hope and fear. "Look, man," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "I know it's a big ask. But I love her, and I want her to be happy. And I know that with you... she would be."

John's mind was racing. On one hand, he was furious that Bobby would even suggest such a thing. On the other, his body was screaming at him to take what was being offered. The thought of sinking his cock into Lana's tight, wet pussy was almost too much to bear.

"Think about it," Bobby urged, his voice ****. "I'd be okay with it. I'd even watch, if that's what she wants. I just... I just want to make her happy, you know?"

John stared at his friend, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He knew he should be offended, should be punching Bobby in the face. But the truth was, he wanted Lana. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything, and now she was being offered to him on a silver platter.

With a trembling hand, he pulled out a beer and handed it to Bobby.

"Look, I can't," John began, his voice strained.

But Bobby was insistent. "Please, John," he said, his eyes pleading. "For me, for Lana."

John looked at Bobby, then at the door to the living room where Lana was waiting, her eyes gleaming with excitement. He took a deep breath and nodded, his cock throbbing with anticipation. "Okay," he said, his voice hoarse. "But if she doesn't want it..."

Bobbie nodded, his shoulders sagging with relief. "Thank you, man," he murmured.

They made their way back to the living room, Bobbie took a deep breath and faced her. "Lana," he said, his voice shaky. "John and I had a talk, and we both think it's important for you to be happy."

She looked at him with a coy smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what makes you think I'm not happy?"

Bobby took a deep breath. "Well, you know, in the bedroom."

Her smile grew wider. "Oh, that," she said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down John's spine. "It's just that... Bobby's not enough for me, you know?"

Bobbie nodded, his throat tightening. "I've noticed," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lana's eyes never left John's as she spoke. "I need more, John," she said, her voice a siren's call. "So much more."

John's cock throbbed in his pants, his mind racing with the implications of her words. He looked at Bobby, who was watching them both, his eyes filled with a strange mix of hope and despair. He knew that Bobby had noticed the tension, the way Lana looked at him, the way she moved around him. And now, it was all out in the open.

"It's okay, baby," Bobby said, his voice thick with emotion. "If John can make you happy, then I'm happy."

Lana's smile grew wider, her teeth sinking into her lower lip in a gesture that was pure sex. "You know I love your dick, Bobby," she said, her eyes flicking to John. "But sometimes, I just need... more."

John's cock pulsed in his pants as she turned to face him fully. "You see, Bobby's dick is like a cute little toy," she began, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to resonate in every part of John's body. "It's fun to play with, but it doesn't... satisfy me like I need." She took a step closer to John, her breasts brushing against his chest. "But you, John," she purred, her eyes raking over his body. "You have what it takes to fill me up, to make me scream."

Bobbie's eyes grew wide as she spoke, his face a mask of shock and arousal. "I've seen the way you look at John," she continued, her voice a silky caress. "I've felt how wet you get when he's around. And I know, deep down, you want to see us together."

John's heart was racing, his cock straining against his pants. He couldn't believe this was happening. But as he looked into Bobby's eyes, he saw a spark of something that went beyond friendship, beyond jealousy. It was a need so raw, so primal, that it was impossible to ignore.

"You want to watch me take his big cock, don't you?" Lana asked, her voice a seductive whisper that seemed to wrap around Bobby's mind like a velvet noose. "You want to see him make me cum, feel his hot cum fill me up?"

Bobbie nodded, his voice a choked whisper. "Yes," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do."

With a wink, Lana turned to John, her hand sliding down to cup his cock. "What do you say, stud?" she asked, her voice a playful challenge. "Ready to show my boyfriend how it's done?"

John's breath caught in his throat. He'd never been in a situation like this before, never been the object of such raw, unbridled desire. But as he felt Bobby's eyes on him, the pressure to perform was intense. He nodded, his hand covering hers.

"Be right back," she said,

her eyes gleaming with excitement. She practically skipped out of the room, leaving John and Bobby in a tense silence. John took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. This was insane, he thought. But the sight of her lush body and the feel of her hand on his cock had him so turned on that he couldn't help but go along with it.

Moments later, she reappeared, John's breath hitched as Lana sashayed back into the room. Her short skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs, hugging her hips and showcasing her long, lean legs. The crop top she wore was so tiny that it barely contained her ample breasts, which threatened to spill out with every movement. Her nipples were hard and erect, pushing against the fabric, begging for John's touch. And beneath that skirt, oh the panties—

They were a scrap of material, so sexy that they might as well not have been there. The way they clung to the curves of her ass was a crime against decency, leaving one cheek almost fully exposed, the fabric stretched tight across the other, a delicious tease of what lay beneath. It was clear that Lana had chosen the outfit with the intention of driving John wild, and she was certainly achieving her goal.

Her ass was a spectacle, a thing of beauty that defied gravity. It jiggled with every step she took, the fabric of her panties straining to contain it. John could see the crevice of her ass, the plump cheeks threatening to swallow the flimsy material whole. He could feel his cock throb in response, his body begging for release.

Bobbie watched with a mix of awe and trepidation as Lana approached them, his eyes flicking from John's bulging crotch to Lana's near-bare chest. The air was thick with desire, the tension palpable. John knew that this was it—there was no turning back now.

She looked like a goddess, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room. Without a word, she sauntered over to Bobby, her hips swaying with a hypnotic grace that made John's mouth go dry.

With a quick flick of her wrist, she had Bobby's pants undone and his cock sprang free. It was a small but standing tall and proud, the tip glistening with precum. "Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with mock amazement. "So eager to watch your big, strong friend fuck me."

Bobbie's face was red, his eyes locked on John's crotch. Lana turned to him "Let's see what you've got," she said, her voice a playful challenge.

John took a deep breath as Lana reached for his belt, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She undid the buckle and pulled down his zipper, revealing his massive cock that had been straining against his pants all evening. It sprang free, thick and heavy, pointing straight at her like an accusation.

With a gasp, she stepped back, her hand flying to her mouth. "Oh my God," she breathed. "It's so... so big!"

Bobbie's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in the size of John's cock. It was easily twice the size of his own, and John wasn't even fully hard yet. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and embarrassment.

Lana's hand hovered over John's cock, her eyes flicking between it and Bobby's. "You see what I mean?" she said, her voice a purr. "Your cock is like a little toy compared to this monster."

Her fingers trailed along John's length, her eyes never leaving Bobby's. "It's like comparing a peanut to a watermelon," she said, her voice thick with lust. "You can't even compete."

John's cock grew even harder at her touch, his body responding to the blatant disregard she had for Bobby's feelings. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help the thrill that shot through him at the idea of taking her right here, right now, with Bobby watching.

Lana stepped closer to John, her hand still wrapped around his cock. "But it's what I need," she said, her voice a silky whisper. "It's what makes me wet, what makes me want to scream."

Lana turned to Bobby, her eyes gleaming. "You want this, don't you?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to see me take him, feel him fill me up?"

Bobbie nodded, his eyes never leaving John's cock. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I do."

With a smirk, Lana stepped back and turned to John.

"Okay, Johnny boy," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Let's show Bobby what you're really packing."

John felt his face flush as she spoke, but he couldn't deny the thrill that shot through him. He'd always known his size was something special, something that set him apart. And now, here he was, about to prove it to not just one, but two people.

Lana began to dance, her hips swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm. She unbuttoned her crop top, one button at a time, her eyes locked on John's. With every pop of a button, his cock grew harder and bigger.

Bobbie watched, his breath shallow, his cock bobbing in time with Lana's movements. It was clear that he was just as turned on by the show as John was. And when she finally slipped the top off, her breasts bouncing free, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle.

"Wow," Bobby murmured, his eyes glued to her chest.

Lana's smile grew wider as she reached for her skirt. "You want to see this?" she asked, her voice a tease. She twirled around, the fabric fluttering around her thighs.

John nodded, his cock pulsing with need.

With a dramatic flourish, she dropped the skirt to the floor, revealing her bare ass and the scrap of fabric that was her panties. The room was silent except for the sound of their ragged breathing.

John's eyes devoured her, taking in every inch of her body. Her breasts were perfect, full and round with perky pink nipples that begged for his mouth. Her stomach was flat, leading to the tantalizing triangle of her panties. And her legs, oh those legs, they went on for miles, all the way down to her delicate ankles and the sexy heels she was wearing.

Bobbie's eyes were glued to the floor, unable to look away from the erotic display before him. "Fuck," he breathed, his hand unconsciously stroking his own cock.

Lana turned to face John, Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a perfect O of surprise. "Holy shit," she breathed, taking a step back. "It's even bigger than I thought."

Bobbie's hand stilled on his own cock, his eyes going wide as he took in the full size of John's erection.

Lana's eyes never left John's as she sank to her knees, her body moving with a grace that belied her urgency. Her hand reached out and wrapped around the base of his shaft, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin beneath. She licked her lips, her eyes glazed with desire, and then leaned in to kiss the tip of his cock.

John's breath hitched as her warm, wet mouth enveloped him, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum that had formed. He could feel the tension in the room, Bobby's ragged breathing, the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears.

Lana took him in deeper, her mouth stretching around his girth. Her eyes never left John's, the challenge in them clear. She was going to take him all, she was going to make him cum. And she was going to do it with Bobby watching.

Her hand began to pump in time with her mouth. John groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him deeper still. He could feel the pressure building, his body responding to the sensation of her mouth and the heat of her breath on his balls.

Bobbie was frozen, his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to the scene before him. He'd never seen Lana like this, never seen her so hungry for a man's cock. And the sight was driving him wild.

With a sudden surge of boldness, Bobby stepped closer, his cock bobbing with every step. He reached out and stroked her hair, the tips of his fingers brushing against John's thigh. It was a silent declaration of his acceptance, his participation in this taboo dance.

Lana's eyes flicked up to meet Bobby's, and she moaned around John's cock. She released him with a wet pop and turned to Bobby, her mouth a mess of saliva and precum. "You like watching?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.

Bobbie nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal.

Lana leaned in and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting John's desire. Bobby's hands found her breasts, his thumbs circling her hard nipples. The three of them were caught in a web of lust, their boundaries blurring into something new, something exciting.

John watched, his cock in her hand, as Bobby kissed her with a passion that seemed to grow with every second.

The sight of them together was intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and betrayal that made his blood pulse through his veins. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to look away.

Lana pulled back from Bobby's kiss, her eyes shining with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. She turned back to John, her hand sliding back down to his cock. "I want all of it," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Every single inch."

Her eyes watered as she took him in again, her mouth stretching to accommodate his size. She gagged, her throat convulsing around his shaft, but she didn't stop. Her hand pumped him faster, her other hand reaching back to slip into her panties, her fingers playing with her clit as she worked him over.

Bobbie's hand was still on her breast, his thumb circling her nipple as he watched. His own cock was hard, his hips thrusting into the air as he stroked himself in time with Lana's movements.

John's eyes rolled back in his head as she worked to took him deeper, her throat muscles working overtime to accommodate his length. Her gagging grew louder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, but she didn't stop. It was clear she was determined to prove something, to show Bobby just how much she craved his friend's massive cock.

The room was filled with the sounds of their desire, the wet suction of Lana's mouth, the smack of her hand against her cheek, the soft whimpers that escaped her throat. And above it all, the steady rhythm of Bobby's stroking hand, the sound of his pleasure as he watched his girlfriend worship John's dick.

John looked down at her, her eyes watering, her cheeks flushed with effort. He could see the determination in her gaze, the need to take him all but he was simply too big his dick stopping at the back of her mouth but not going down her throat.

Finally, she pulled back, her breath coming in gasps. "I want you to fuck me," she said, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me hard with that big cock."

John nodded, unable to speak. His cock was so hard it hurt, and he knew he had to be inside her. She stood up, her hand still wrapped around his length, and turned to face Bobby. Then, without a word, she bent over the couch, presenting her ass to John.

Bobbie's eyes went wide as she began to twerks, her cheeks spreading, her panties stretching tight across her ass cheeks. The sight was too much to handle, and he felt his own cock pulse in his hand. He took a step closer, his heart racing.

John's hand found her hip, his cock nudging against her ass. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness that seeped through the fabric of her panties. He knew she was ready, knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

With a groan, Lana reached behind her and slowly peeled her panties down, the fabric sliding down her thighs to reveal her perfect asshole. It was puckered and tight, a stark contrast to the slick wetness of her pussy. She wiggled her ass, her movements taunting John, urging him closer.

John's cock twitched with excitement, the anticipation of what was to come making his head spin. He stepped closer, positioning himself behind her, his cock poised at her entrance. He looked at Bobby, who was watching with a mix of envy and arousal.

Bobbie nodded, his hand still stroking his own cock. "Do it," he murmured, his voice tight with need. "Show me how it's done."

John didn't need any more encouragement. He pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching her tight asshole. Lana gasped, her body tensing as he filled her up. It was a snug fit, but she was so wet, so eager, that he slid in with surprising ease.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth opening in a silent scream as he buried himself to the hilt. She was so tight, so warm, and the feeling was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He began to move, his hips slamming into her, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room.

Bobby's hand moved faster, his eyes locked on the spot where John's cock disappeared into Lana's body. He could see the strain on her face, the pleasure that washed over her with every thrust. And as he watched, he felt a strange mix of arousal and inadequacy.

Lana's moans grew louder, her body shaking with the **** of her impending orgasm. He reached around and grabbed her tits, squeezing them roughly as he fucked her ass.

Her moans grew to screams as John's thick cock filled her up, her body shaking with each powerful thrust. The tension grew, coiling tighter and tighter within her until she couldn't take it anymore. With a cry that was half pleasure, half pain, Lana's body convulsed as she reached an intense orgasm.

It was a moment of pure ecstasy for her, her asshole clenching down on John's cock as she squirted, her juices spraying across the couch. Bobby's eyes went wide with astonishment as he watched her body react to John's touch, a sight he had never seen before.

"Oh my God, Lana," Bobby murmured, his hand moving faster on his own cock as he watched her orgasm play out in front of him. "I had no idea you could do that."

Lana's cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and embarrassment. She had never squirted with Bobby, never been able to achieve that level of release. But with John, it was as if all her inhibitions had disappeared, leaving only raw, unbridled passion in their place.

John felt her asshole clench around him, her ass tightening like a vice. He pulled out of her slowly, watching as her hole spasmed and her cum dribbled down her thighs.

Bobbie's hand stilled on his own cock, his eyes wide with wonder. "That was... amazing," he said, his voice shaking.

Lana turned to face him, her chest heaving, her body still trembling with aftershocks. "You liked that?" she asked, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Bobbie nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I liked it a lot."

John's cock was still rock hard. "Come over here," he said, his voice gruff with desire.

Bobbie swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his own cock. He knew he couldn't match John's size, but he was eager to show Lana that he could still satisfy her in his own way. He stepped closer, his cock bobbing with every step.

John reached down and spread her asscheeks apart, his thumbs pushing into the soft flesh. "Look," he said, his voice a low growl. "Look how wide open she is for me."

Bobbie's eyes went wide as he stared at Lana's stretched asshole, the pink flesh glistening with her juices. It was a sight that both aroused and intimidated him, and he felt his own cock twitch with excitement.

But before he could do anything, his orgasm hit him like a freight train. He had been so focused on watching John fuck Lana that he hadn't noticed how close he was. With a strangled cry, Bobby's cock erupted, sending ropes of cum spraying through the air.

It was a mess, a sticky mess that landed across her back, her ass cheeks, and even a bit on the floor. Lana giggled, watching the scene unfold with a mischievous glint in her eye. She knew exactly what she wanted next.

"Bobbie, " she said, her voice a sultry purr, "You made a mess. Clean it up."

Bobbie looked at her, his cheeks reddening. He knew what she meant, and the thought of it made his stomach twist in a delicious mix of embarrassment and arousal. He dropped to his knees, his cock still pulsing as he leaned in and licked tentatively at the cum on her ass.

The taste was surprising, salty and bitter, but not entirely unpleasant. Lana watched him, her eyes filled with a mix of amusement and desire. "That's a good boy," she murmured, her voice dripping with condescension. "Keep going."

As Bobby lapped at her ass, Lana reached out and took John's cock in her hand again, stroking it gently. "Now, Johnny," she said, her voice a command. "Come to the front."

John didn't need to be told twice. He stepped around, his cock slick with her spit and precum. He watched as Bobby's tongue swirled around her asshole, his eyes glazed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.

Lana's hand guided John's cock back to her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she took him in again. This time, she was more focused, more determined. Her cheeks hollowed out as she tried to deep-throat him, her eyes watering as she took his entire length down her throat.

Bobbie watched, his own cock still hard despite his recent orgasm. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, his girlfriend's mouth stretched wide around his friend's massive cock. He couldn't believe this was happening, that he was participating in it.

John's hand found the back of her head, guiding her movements as she bobbed up and down, her throat muscles working to accommodate his size. It was clear that she was enjoying it, the challenge of taking him all, and the power it gave her over both of them.

Bobbie leaned back, his hand still stroking his cock as he watched. The sight of her with John's cock in her mouth was more than he could handle, and he knew he was going to cum again.

With a gasp, Lana pulled back, her eyes watering. "Fuck," she murmured, her voice hoarse with effort. "You're so big."

Bobbie's cheeks were red with both arousal and embarrassment, but he didn't protest as she reached back and **** his head back down to her ass. "Keep licking," she ordered, her voice filled with a newfound authority that sent a shiver down John's spine.

John's hand tightened in her hair, his hips jerking forward, unable to resist the temptation of her mouth. "Take it all," he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and demand.

Her eyes narrowed, and she took him in again, her mouth muscles working harder this time. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body.

Bobbie's hand was a blur on his cock now, his hips thrusting in time with Lana's movements. He could feel his orgasm building again, the sight of her with John's cock in her mouth too much to resist.

John took control for a moment, his hand wrapping around her throat as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. He could feel the resistance, the way her throat tried to close around him, but he was determined to conquer it. He began to face-fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth with increasing speed and ****.

Lana's eyes watered even more, But she didn't fight him; instead, she took it, her body responding to his dominance. The feeling of his thick cock trying to filling her throat was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her panting for more.

Bobbie's breath hitched as he watched, the sight of John's cock disappearing into her mouth making him even more ****. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, his cock pulsing in his hand.

John's grip tightened on her throat, his eyes boring into hers as he fucked her face. He knew she could feel his power, the way his cock controlled her, and he loved every second of it. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, and he knew she was close to breaking.

Bobbie nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He knew he could never fill her up like this, never give her what John could. The realization was both humiliating and incredibly arousing, and it sent him over the edge.

With a groan, Bobby's cock spurted, sending a fresh wave of cum onto her back and ass. Lana's eyes widened with pleasure, her body responding to his release. She moaned around John's cock, her movements growing sloppier, more ****.

John felt his own orgasm approaching, the pressure in his balls unbearable. He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "I want more of that sexy ass," he grunted, his voice thick with desire.

Bobbie quickly scrambled to clean up his mess, his movements jerky with excitement. He watched as John positioned himself behind Lana, her ass still open and inviting. Lana wiggled her hips, urging him closer, and John didn't disappoint.

He thrust back into her, her asshole swallowing him whole. She gasped, her body tensing as he filled her up once again. She looked over her shoulder at Bobby, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and challenge. "Lick me," she ordered, her voice a low purr. "Lick my clit while he fucks me."

Bobbie didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her sweetness. Lana's body jolted as he found her clit, her hips bucking back against John's cock. The sight of his friend's cock buried between her legs was too much for Bobby, and he felt his own arousal growing once more.

He licked and sucked with fervor, his tongue dancing around her clit as John pounded into her. Lana's moans grew louder, her body moving in sync with their combined efforts. Her ass cheeks bounced with every thrust, her asshole stretched wide around John's thick cock. It was a sight that would have made any man's mouth water, and Bobby was no exception.

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing as she screamed out John's name. Bobby felt the warm gush of her juices spray across his face, the taste of it mixing with his own cum on her skin. He lapped at her eagerly, her juices filling his mouth as she came.

John's grip on her hips tightened, his cock plunging deeper with every stroke. He could feel her asshole contracting around his shaft, her body milking him for all he was worth. It was a heady feeling, one that had him on the edge of his own release.

Bobbie watched, his eyes glazed with lust, as Lana's orgasm subsided. Her body was a wreck, her ass red from John's pounding, her pussy a mess of juices. But she was smiling, a wicked little grin that told them both she wasn't done yet.

John pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her cum. He stroked it a few times, the head still pulsing with need. "You want this?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

Lana nodded, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Oh God, yes," she moaned. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."

John didn't hesitate. He pushed back into her, her ass taking him without protest. He began to fuck her again, his strokes slower, deeper. Lana's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans growing louder.

And then, with a roar, John exploded. Cum shot into her, filling her up until she thought she would burst. She felt it spurt deep inside her, a warm, thick flood that made her quiver with pleasure.

Bobbie watched in amazement as John pulled out, his cock still spurting cum onto her back. "Look," she whispered, her voice hoarse with passion. "Look how much he came."

John's cum was a stark contrast against her tanned skin, a thick white trail that led from her gaping asshole down to her thighs. It was more than Bobby had ever produced in one go, and the sight of it made him feel both inadequate and incredibly turned on.

Lana reached back and scooped some of the cum onto her fingers, bringing it to her lips. She tasted it, savoring the salty tang. "Mmm," she murmured, her eyes fluttering shut. "It's so much better than yours."

Bobbie felt a twinge of embarrassment, but it was quickly overridden by the excitement of watching Lana's reaction. She was right; John's cum was thicker, more substantial than his own. And she clearly loved it.

"Tastes like a real man," she said, her voice a taunt. "So much more than your little... drips."

John chuckled, his own hand still stroking his cock as he watched Bobby's face flush. "It's okay, buddy," he said, a smug grin playing on his lips. "Some guys are just born with more."

Lana turned to Bobby, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Why don't you clean me up?" she said, her voice a challenge. "Let's see if you can handle the taste of a real man."

Bobbie swallowed hard, his hand still wrapped around his own cock. He knew he couldn't refuse, not with the way she was looking at him.

"Alright," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and submission. He leaned in, his tongue tracing the path of John's cum down her back, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the sticky mess.

Lana's asshole was still gaping wide, a testament to the punishment it had just taken. Cum began to trickle out, sliding down her thighs like a white, sticky waterfall. Bobby felt his heart race as he licked it up, his eyes locked with hers in the mirror.

Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure, watching him clean her up with a mix of amusement and desire. She knew he was getting off on it, and she loved every second of it. Her ass was a canvas, painted with the proof of her own need and John's superiority.

John stepped closer, his cock still rock-hard despite the recent release. He took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up. "Open wide, sweetheart," he said, his voice a command. "You know you want it all."

Bobbie watched as John's cock moved closer to her mouth, the head of it nudging her lips open. She obeyed, her mouth stretching wide to accommodate him. But she couldn't take it all.

John's cock was a beast, thick and veiny, still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. Bobby watched as Lana tried to deep-throat him again, her eyes watering with the effort. John's hand was gentle on her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip as he pushed into her mouth.

Lana's eyes widened with each inch, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper. Bobby felt his own cock throb in his hand, his arousal growing as he watched his friend fuck his girlfriend's mouth. It was wrong, but it was also the most exciting thing he had ever seen.

"That's it," John murmured, his eyes on Bobby's reflection in the mirror. "Take it all, baby. Show him how much you love it."

Bobbie's hand moved faster on his cock, his eyes never leaving the scene in front of him. He knew he was going to cum again, unable to resist the power dynamic playing out before him.

Lana's moans grew louder, muffled by John's cock. She was **** for more, her body begging for the fullness only he could provide.

John pushed his dick in until it stopped at the back of her mouth, leaving half of it still out, glistening with her saliva. He watched with a mix of pleasure and amusement as she gagged, her eyes watering. But he didn't care. He enjoyed the power, the control he had over her.

Slowly, inexorably, he pushed harder, watching her face contort with the effort. Each second that passed brought a new wave of resistance, but he didn't stop. He was going to make her take all of him.

And then, with a wet pop, his cock slid down her throat. Lana's eyes went wide, her hands flailing wildly as she choked and gagged around him. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she took it, her body adapting to the intrusion.

John held her there, watching her face turn red, her eyes bulging. He could feel her struggling for air, her throat muscles spasming around his shaft. He waited, savoring the moment, until her desperation was palpable. And then, with a sadistic smile, he pulled back, letting her gulp in a much-needed breath.

Her eyes watered and she coughed, her chest heaving with the effort. But she didn't protest, didn't push him away. Instead, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide, inviting him back in.

Bobbie watched, his hand still working his cock, his own orgasm forgotten in the face of the scene before him. He had never seen Lana look so wild, so ****, and it was all because of John's size.

John didn't wait for a second invitation. He pushed back into her, his cock sliding down her throat once again. Lana's eyes rolled back in her head, her body going slack with pleasure as she took him deep. The sounds of her gagging and **** were music to Bobby's ears, a symphony of lust and submission that had him on the edge once more.

John's hips began to piston, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with a wet, sloppy sound. The saliva ran down her chin, pooling on her chest, mixing with the cum that still coated her body. Her throat was a tight, wet glove around his cock, and he reveled in the feeling.

As John fucked her throat, Lana's body began to convulse. Her orgasm was building again, her pussy clenching around nothing but air. She could feel the pressure building, the need for release growing more intense with every second.

And then, without warning, John pulled out of her mouth, his cock shiny with her saliva. He stepped back, his eyes on her asshole, and Bobby watched as he positioned himself once again. Lana's asshole was still gaping, the cum from before spilling out as John's cock approached.

With a grunt, John thrust back into her, the head of his cock pushing through the tight ring of muscle. Lana's body jolted, a scream escaping her as he filled her up again. Bobby watched as John's cum that was deeper inside her was pushed out.

John's balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Lana's moans and the occasional gasp for air.

Bobbie's hand was a blur on his cock now, his arousal reaching new heights. He had never felt so alive, so turned on by his own inadequacy. It was as if watching Lana with John had unlocked something deep within him, a need to be dominated, to serve.

Lana's orgasm washed over her again, her body bucking as John's cock hit that perfect spot inside her.

John's eyes never left Bobby's as he fucked Lana's ass, his own orgasm building. He knew Bobby was watching, knew he was getting off on the sight of it. And it only made him want to give her more.

With a grunt, John pulled out of her ass, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He stepped back, letting her pant and catch her breath. And then, with a smirk, he thrust back into her mouth, his cock sliding down her throat once more.

Lana took him eagerly, her eyes watering with every inch. Bobby watched, his tongue flicking over her clit, feeling her body respond to the dual ****. Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking against John's cock.

John began to alternate, pulling out of her throat to slam back into her ass, then withdrawing to fill her mouth again. Each time he switched, Bobby's tongue followed, tasting the mix of her juices and John's cum. The sight of his friend's thick cock disappearing into her tight asshole was too much to bear, and Bobby felt his own orgasm approaching again.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as John's cock plunged into her, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. Bobby's tongue was a sweet contrast to the harshness of John's cock, a gentle caress that sent waves of pleasure through her body.

John's strokes grew faster, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. Bobby's tongue matched his rhythm, lapping at her clit with an intensity that had her panting for more.

The pressure in John's cock grew until it was unbearable. He knew he was going to cum, and he was going to fill her throat with it. He pulled out of her ass, her hole gasping for his return, and thrust back into her mouth.

Lana took him eagerly, her throat tightening around him as he fucked her throat with reckless abandon. She could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing with each stroke. And she knew she was going to swallow it all.

"I'm gonna cum," John grunted, his eyes boring into lana's, his dick deep in her throat. "Take it all, Lana. Show me how much you love my cum." Lana nodded, her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear. She knew what was coming.

Bobbie watched as John's cock grew even thicker, the veins standing out in stark relief.

John's cock erupted, sending ropes of cum shooting into her mouth. She tried to swallow, to take it all, but it was too much. It spilled out the sides, running down her chin, her neck, her chest.

John pulled out with a wet pop, his cock still pulsing. Cum dribbled from her mouth, running down her chin, and she gasped for air, her eyes never leaving John's. He stepped back, his cock still hard, and aimed at her face, his cock continued to pump out cum.

They landed with a splatter, coating her nose, her cheeks, her eyes. Lana didn't flinch, didn't even try to wipe it away. She just sat there, panting, her body covered in sweat and cum, a living testament to John's power over her.

Bobbie felt his own orgasm building again, watching as John's cum covered Lana's beautiful features. He leaned in and licked at her, tasting the saltiness of John's seed on her skin. Lana moaned, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her climax.

John stepped back, his cock still hard. Lana looked up at him, her eyes glazed with passion, her face a canvas of sticky white cum. It covered her cheeks, her nose, even her eyelashes, making her look like a cum-covered angel.

Her perky tits bobbed slightly as she breathed, the nipples hard with arousal. Cum had dripped down to form little pools in her cleavage, and John couldn't help but reach out and smear it across her chest, watching as it mingled with the sweat that glistened on her skin.

Her ass was still red from his pounding, the cheeks spread wide to show the gaping hole that had swallowed his cock so eagerly. It was a sight that would have made any man proud, and Bobby felt a strange mix of admiration and self-loathing.

Lana's asshole was still open, the muscles stretched to the limits by John's massive girth. It was a stark reminder of the difference between them, a visual representation of the power dynamics that had just been established.

Bobbie watched in awe as John's cum continued to ooze out of her, trickling down her thighs like a slow-moving river. It was a sight he never thought he'd find so arousing, but here he was, his own cock still hard, watching his friend fuck his girlfriend's ass.

"I think she enjoyed that," John said, his voice filled with amusement.

Bobbie nodded, his hand still on his own cock. "I think she did," he murmured.

Lana's body went limp, her head falling back against the couch. She looked up at John, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "God," she breathed. "That was amazing."

John's chest was still heaving with the exertion, his cock finally beginning to soften. He stepped back, giving her a final look over. "You're a good girl," he said, his voice gentle.

Bobbie felt a pang of jealousy, but it was quickly drowned out by the thrill of watching Lana so completely used, so utterly spent. It was a powerful feeling, one that he knew he would never forget.

John bent down and kissed her forehead, his hand lingering on her cheek. "Thank you," he murmured. "Thank you for letting me give you what you really needed."

Lana's eyes fluttered closed, a smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you for being so... much."

John chuckled, standing up. "Anytime," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. He grabbed his clothes, pulling them on with ease.

Bobbie watched as John dressed, his own cock still hard in his hand. He knew that this was a moment that would change their relationship forever, but he didn't care. He had never felt so alive, so... alive.

John looked over at Bobby, a smirk on his face. "You okay there?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Bobbie nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Yeah," he said. "I'm good."

John finished dressing and turned to Bobby. "You sure?" he asked, his hand on the door handle.

Bobbie nodded again, his eyes on Lana's cum-covered body. "Yeah," he said. "I'm sure."

John opened the door, glancing back one last time. "Take care of her," he said, his voice low. "And let me know if you ever need me again."

With that, he was gone, leaving Bobby alone with Lana's limp, cum-covered body. He looked down at her, his heart racing. He had never felt so small, so insignificant, and yet, so alive.

Lana's chest was still heaving, her breaths shallow. Bobby leaned down and kissed her gently, his tongue slipping into her mouth to taste the remnants of John's cum. She moaned, her body reacting even in exhaustion.

He knew that this was just the beginning, that their lives would never be the same. But for now, all he could do was hold her, whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and revel in the knowledge that he had just witnessed something that most men only dreamed of.

And as they lay there, Bobby's cock slowly softening, Lana's body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms, they both knew that their relationship had just taken a turn down a very dark, very exciting path.

And they were ready to explore every inch of it.even in exhaustion.

He knew that this was just the beginning, that their lives would never be the same. But for now, all he could do was hold her, whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and revel in the knowledge that he had just witnessed something that most men only dreamed of.

And as they lay there, Bobby's cock slowly softening, Lana's body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms, they both knew that their relationship had just taken a turn down a very dark, very exciting path.

And they were ready to explore every inch of it.