I grabbed Alicia's hips and shoved her upward, finally freeing my face from her drenched pussy. I was gasping for air, my mouth and chin coated in her sweet, musky nectar. She looked down at me, her hair messy and her eyes hazy, a long string of arousal connecting her slit to my bottom lip.
"You're a mess, Arthur," she panted, her voice thick with lust.
"Your fault," I growled, looking down at my groin. Althea and Eveline hadn't stopped for a second. They were still fighting over my dick, their faces slick with a cocktail of my pre-cum and their own saliva. The sounds of their slurping and gagging were echoing off the walls.
I reached down and grabbed Althea by the hair, yanking her head back. She let out a soft yelp, her eyes fluttering as she looked up at me, her mouth still stretched wide from deepthroating me.
"Get on your hands and knees," I commanded. "Face Eveline."
