A preview and some inspiration for next time

Scott’s eyes slowly opened beneath his sleep mask, only to close again as he felt Emma’s mouth, warm as a sweaty summer day, around his engorged manhood. Her tongue ran wild over his excited flesh—Scott could barely think to grope to the nightstand and pick up his sunglasses, closing his eyes as he replaced the blindfold with see-through ruby quartz. Now he saw Emma, kneeling beside his head, almost sixty-nining with him as she bent down to his lap snaked her tongue around his cockhead. She was great at this, wonderful—the face of an angel concealing the mouth of a whore. 

Scott looked over to Emma’s lower body next to his head. The creamy thighs, nicely thick, corded with running muscles as they led in to the sweep of her buttocks, gilded with the white gold of her translucent lace panties. Her ass was toned, well-shaped, the panties not so much hiding it as framing it. He reached out and ran his hand over her groin, feeling it screaming for sex, the response to his touch in her sucking mouth. He fingered her clit, then had to groan as her lips tightened on his endowment, as if wanting his cum so bad she would pull off his cock with it.

“Good, Emma, very good. But let’s see if the White Queen can follow instructions.” He reached between her thighs and felt her ass playfully, until he felt the buttplug concealed beneath her panties. Scott wouldn’t mind replacing it with himself, his cock deep between her firm buttocks, driving into her bowels. But her mouth was too much temptation for him to spur.

Emma evidently agreed. She didn’t relinquish his cock to talk to him—not when she had a hotline straight into his brain. Tell me, darling, when I wake you up like this, is your first thought that it’s me, or Jean?

Scott reversed course with his hand, going back to her sex and fingering it while his other hand palmed Emma’s head, keeping his cock in her open mouth. “All that matters is there’s a wet hole.”

Emma chuckled with purring reverberations around his prick. Yet here you are, Scott. Fucking this wet hole. Admit it—better to rule in Hellfire than to serve Xavier. 

“Why don’t you stop sucking my cock—and start taking it?”