As I walked into the club that night, I couldn’t help but feel a shiver of excitement run down my spine. I was on the prowl, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I found my prey.

It didn’t take long. I spotted him across the room, a good-looking guy with a shy smile and nervous energy. I could tell he was new to the scene, and I couldn’t resist the urge to reel him in.

We chatted for a while, and I could tell he was attracted to me. I played coy, flirting with him just enough to keep him interested but not enough to give him any real satisfaction. I wanted him to want me, to need me.

And then I saw him. Tyrone, my friend and occasional lover, was standing at the bar, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory gaze. I knew he was looking for me, and I couldn’t wait to introduce him to my new friend.

I led the guy over to Tyrone, and the two of them exchanged polite nods. But I could see the curiosity in Tyrone’s eyes, the slight raise of an eyebrow as he took in the other man’s size.

I grinned, knowing exactly what I was about to do.

“Tyrone, why don’t you show my friend here what you’re working with?” I suggested, my voice dripping with suggestion.

Tyrone didn’t need any more encouragement. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, already half-hard and impressive in its girth and length. The guy’s eyes widened as he took in the sight, and I could see his throat working as he swallowed hard.

I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to stroke Tyrone’s cock. I could feel the heat radiating off of him, the tension building as I worked him with my hand.

And then I turned to the guy, my eyes meeting his as I spoke.

“Watch,” I commanded, my voice low and sultry. “Watch as I take every inch of him.”

I climbed onto the barstool, hiking up my skirt to give Tyrone easy access. He didn’t need any more invitation than that. He stepped closer, his cock pressing against my wetness as I guided him inside of me.

I gasped as he filled me up, the sensation of him inside of me almost too much to bear. But I didn’t stop there. I began to ride him, my hips moving in time with the beat of the music as I took him deeper and deeper.

The guy watched, his eyes glued to the sight of me and Tyrone together. I could see the longing in his eyes, the desire to be a part of what we were doing.

But I had other plans.

I pulled Tyrone out of me, his cock glistening with my juices. I turned to the guy, my hand reaching out to wrap around his tiny dick.

“Clean him up,” I commanded, my voice firm. “Clean up every last drop of my cum from his cock.”

The guy hesitated for a moment, but I could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted this, needed this. And so he dropped to his knees, his tongue snaking out to lick up the mess I had made.

I watched, my pussy still aching from Tyrone’s cock, as the guy cleaned him up. And when he was finished, I turned to Tyrone, my voice dripping with suggestion.

“How about one more round?” I suggested, my eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tyrone grinned, his cock already hardening again at the thought.

And so we continued, fucking and teasing and playing until the early hours of the morning. And when it was all over, I knew one thing for sure.

I was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I wasn’t afraid to take it.

Felicia
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