She noticed he held onto the blanket tightly, but she couldn't find his other hand.
A sly smile lined her lips.
"Are you jerking off, Mr. Bruno? How rude, when you have a hottie offering herself to you, and you'd rather do it yourself?"
She made a sad face.
"Fuck... shut the fuck up," Bruno muttered, closing his eyes and cursing, visibly shaking.
"Joke's on you. I'm into that—harsh commands. I'm pretty masochistic, let's warm up then," she laughed and bit her lower lip.
Impatiently, she pulled off her wet panties and sat on the couch opposite the bed, her legs spread wide. She licked her fingers and started playing with herself while watching him, thinking he was jerking off under the blanket.
Bruno's eyes were still closed.
"Beauty," he whimpered, trying to signal her, but Beauty meant business. She took his hand and put it on her head, signaling him to grab hold.
Bruno, being Bruno, held her gently, caressing her hair.
She lowered her head and teased the head of his cock with her tongue, licking the shiny precum completely clean.
"Damn! Fuck! Fuck!" he groaned, throwing his head back.
Beyoncé's eyes widened at the sudden outburst; he wasn't holding back anymore.
"You're very vocal. Who knew Mr. Bruno would be the vocal type? Go on... I want to hear you moan out loud," she said, biting her lower lip and massaging her breasts as pleasure consumed her.
Bruno threw his head back against the headboard, fighting the urge to make another sound, his body trembling.
Unfortunately, it was irresistible. He had to moan, at least to breathe! What the hell is happening to his head?
Is this what a woman's throat feels like?
His excitement was cut short when he heard Beyoncé's moan. He had forgotten she was still there. It felt so awkward.
"Mmmmm, you make the best sounds I've ever heard from a man... Bruno ...oh yes, please touch me down here... I would do anything to fuck you, ahhhh," she cried with eyes closed, stroking her clit.
Bruno cursed at his failed attempt to resist feeding her fantasies. It was like he had no control over his body anymore. Just then, his hips started thrusting into Beauty's mouth.
"Beauty," he moaned her name out but it wasn't enough to get the bitch's attention.
Beauty hated that Beyoncé wouldn't back off. Instead, the bitch was masturbating to her man.
Well, not actually her man, but...
Consumed with jealousy, she pushed the whole length all the way to the back of her throat.
It was suffocating for a size like his, and she could feel him still growing, but she didn't back down.
She had been praised by her exes for her good throat game. Well, that was the only thing they said was nice about her.
She went full speed on Bruno. She wanted Beyoncé to ?
"IT FEELS GOOD! BABY!"
Bruno moaned loudly.
"STOP! STOP!! YOU'LL MAKE ME CUM IN YOUR MOUTH!"
Bruno cried, but he didn't stop fucking her face.
Beyoncé opened her eyes, confused by the gagging sounds.
She saw a head bobbing up and down furiously on Bruno, who looked like his soul had been snatched.
She stopped playing with herself and stepped off the couch toward Bruno, curious and a bit nervous.
"Okay, what's going on?" she snapped, pulling the blanket away.
She took a step back, shocked at what she saw.
Bruno's hand was still on Beauty's hair. He looked away, embarrassed. It was his first time. Damn it, Beauty! He didn't even know when he called her "BABY!"
He covered his mouth, dying inside as his face reddened with a blush.
He was so close to blowing up his shaft and exploding Beauty's throat with his milk.
Meanwhile, Beauty smiled at Beyoncé, seeing her face turn red with embarrassment and anger.
"What... what... are you doing here?"
Beyoncé snapped, her voice barely audible, stunned at the sight of naked Beauty handling Bruno's huge erection.
"Making my man feel good. I can't leave him hanging—not after I made him super hard. Now, what are you doing here?"
Beauty asked, a sudden confidence rising inside of her.
Beyoncé was speechless, unable to find her voice.
She was in there all this while? She heard everything I too blinded by pleasure and didn't notice. This is embarrassing.
Beyoncé thought.
"I see you want my man. Don't worry, I won't let you have him. You are, of course, free to play with yourself, outside this room."
Beauty broke into her thoughts.
Beyoncé scoffed, trying to regain her confidence and intimidate her.
"How bold of you. You think you're anything close to me because I wanted to fuck this fool? The party ain't over yet, Fatty... I will..."
Beauty showed Beyoncé Bruno's phone, still recording.
Luckily, Bruno had left his phone on the bed without a password, so it was easy to access.
"What... what do you think you're doing?" Beyoncé asked nervously.