Eva 8 - Dessert
"Dude!" Harold shouted to Peter, as they met outside the ice cream shop. "Hey, Harold!" Peter smiled. The boys knew each other well. In fact, their mothers had delivered the boys in the same hospital on the same night. Harold was born shortly before midnight, while Peter's mother gave birth just before sunup the next morning.
Eva entered 'Ye Olde Ice Cream Shoppe' with the two boys in tow. It was one of those places with wrought iron chairs painted white, and dainty little tables with red and white checkered plastic tablecloths.
"Welcome!" Smiled the girl behind the counter. Her name tag read 'Liz'. She had red hair, freckles, and a big smile. Eva also liked the girl's 'glow', but that could wait until later. "What can I get for you?" Liz chirped. "We've got 22 flavors. Our special today is the three-scoop bowl. Ladies first?"
Eva was no stranger to ice cream. She didn't get her figure through exercise. "The special, please - pistachio, chocolate-caramel swirl, and mint chocolate chip for the scoops."
Liz's gaze turned to Harold. "Double-dip chocolate chip on a sugar cone, please." Harold asked politely.
"Make it two!" Peter smiled.
The three sat in the ice cream shoppe, enjoying their tasty desserts. It couldn't have been more wholesome. Small talk, silly jokes and giggles, and smiles. Eva could tell Harold and Peter already got along well, and there was also a connection that neither boy was fully aware of. It was time for Eva to break the ice.
"Harold, did you know that Peter is a homo?" Eva whispered, just loud enough for both boys to hear. Both boys reddened a bit by Eva's bluntness. "It's true. He's never even kissed another boy, but he wants to. He masturbates a lot, and thinks of boys when he does." Peter was a little shocked to hear Eva's statement, but it wasn't anything he could deny.
"Harold here likes girls AND boys." Eva continued. He hasn't kissed a boy either, but he gets stiff when he thinks about it." Eva reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Here's a picture of Harold's boner." Eva said, showing the picture to Peter. Peter tried not to look too interested, but he couldn't take his eyes away. "Isn't that a nice boner, Peter? Doesn't Harold have a pretty cock?" Peter nodded. Both boys were trying to act nonchalant, licking their ice cream cones. The sight of each other licking the cones only added to their frustration.
"Here's one of Harold with a dildo in his mouth." Eva said, swiping to another picture on her phone. "Harold is a little submissive some times. He's had his boner tied up, and his bare bottom spanked. He's even had a finger up his butt, and he liked it." Eva continued.
Both boys squirmed in their chairs. Could this really be happening? Peter was looking directly into Harold's eyes. Eva could see both boys tossing off sparks, their colors intensifying. "Peter, would you like to have Harold put his mouth on your cock?" Peter twitched a little, and nodded. He'd never had a blowjob. Harold sat stunned, but he knew he'd do anything for Eva. He could feel his cock tent awkwardly in his pants, but he didn't dare reach down to touch it.
Eva just sat back and smiled. A smile much like Miho might have made. "I bet Peter makes a nice, tasty wad of warm cum when he squirts." She teased. Harold gulped, a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and chocolate chip ice cream. "When would you boys like to meet?"
Peter could barely speak. "How about Friday...?" He choked, clearing his throat. "My folks will be gone to the club that night. Is five okay?" All three nodded. Tomorrow night. Eva liked the fact they'd all get to have a little suspenseful anticipation.
The next day seemed to take forever. Eva's first period class with Miss Derkins was almost torture. Eva could see Miss Derkins hardly had any glow at all. "Her pussy must be dry as a bone.' Eva thought, stifling a giggle.
Kathy Bennet came up behind Eva after class in the hallway, and tapped her on the shoulder. Eva turned, and was surprised to see Kathy give a glimpse of a smile. Her pain still showed, but there was less of it. "I want to apologize for calling you those bad names the other day, Eva." Kathy apologized. "No one's ever talked to me about that... that... before."
Eva's expression didn't even change. She just reached over, and gave Kathy another hug. Kathy didn't need sex. She needed love. Caring. Understanding. Eva could also feel Kathy sob a bit as she rested her head on Eva's shoulder. "It's okay." Eva comforted. "Friends?" Eva reached down, and clasped Kathy's hand. Kathy squeezed back gently. Eva didn't have to open her eyes, she could feel the warmth of a glow as their auras combined.
Peter, Harold, and Eva were more than excited than usual for Friday's closing bell at school. All three went home, took care of their chores, and freshened up before their meeting. The clock seemed to drag.
Peter's house was very nice, with lots of paintings on the walls. His mother and father were both artists, and had a touch for finding the right color and size to fit a wall. Peter had told his parents he'd be having friends over, and his mother had even made fresh brownies, set out on a festive platter.
The three sat in the living room, nibbling on their brownies, when Eva got to the point. "Harold, I think Peter would like to see you with your clothes off. Wouldn't you, Peter?" Eva asked, shifting her gaze. Peter could only nod. Harold was reluctant, but stood, and lifted his t-shirt up and over his head. His chest was smooth, but his armpits were starting to grow some hair. The shoes and socks were next. Peter squirmed in his chair, trying not to act too excited.
Eva herself reached over and undid Harold's belt, unbuttoning, then unzipping his jeans. She then pulled down Harold's pants, revealing tight white cotton briefs. "Isn't this nice, Peter?" Eva smiled.
Peter's eyes were wide open. "Yes, very nice."
Eva hooked her finger over the back of Harold's shorts, and began pulling them down very slowly. Harold's cock made a vain effort to hold up the front of his underwear, but Eva kept tugging down, finally exposing his cock.
"Isn't that a nice cock, Peter?" Eva asked.
"Yes, Eva." Peter whispered.
"And aren't these nice balls?" Eva teased, cupping Harold's nut sack gently, lifting them. Harold's cock grew further at the touch. "Would you like to see Harold's bottom? I've even spanked his bottom before when he was naughty." Eva didn't even wait for Peter to respond, she simply grabbed Harold's hips and turned him. "Bend, and spread those cheeks for your nice friend Peter." Eva ordered. Harold dutifully reached back, grabbed each cheek, bent, and spread.
Peter could only groan a little. His aura was deepening, and so was Harold's. Both boys were responding well to Eva's words. Eva had learned that humiliation could be a powerful spice when used in the right amount at the right time.
"Isn't that a pretty little bung hole?" Eva giggled, stepping up the game. Harold remained bent, displaying his most private area. His balls hung down, and his cock wiggled slightly. Peter was unable to suppress an audible moan. "Harold makes poopy out of that hole. Don't you, Harold? Tell Peter what you do."
Harold groaned. "I make poopy out of that hole, Peter."
Eva was in total control. "You look uncomfortable, Peter - would you like to take down your trousers?"
Peter stood, and Eva turned Harold around, allowing him to stand and watch. Harold's boner was fully at attention. Peter undid his belt, loosened his pants, and lowered them. He was wearing some tight shorts which could double as swimwear. Peter's dick strained against the shiny fabric. A shock of blonde hair poked out the sides, mirroring Peter's stylish blonde hair.
"Hop up and down, Harold." Eva urged, stepping up the humiliation. "Show Peter how happy you are to see him." Harold didn't have a choice. He hopped up and down a little, his boner bouncing up and down comically. "Harold, tell Peter, 'look at my floppy stiffy'."
Harold obeyed, still hopping. "Look at my floppy stiffy, Peter." Harold said, voice quivering from his jumping.
Eva giggled. The boys did not. Eva could tell from their glows they were both losing control. "Peter, you'd better take those shorts off."
Peter stuck his thumbs down both sides of his swim trunks, and pushed down. Harold stopped hopping. Peter's cock came into full view. It was skinny, but slightly longer than Harold's. Peter was fully erect, and pointing up at an obscene angle.
"Give Harold a nice kiss, Peter." Eva urged.
Peter crossed the short distance across the room, and gave Harold a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Deeper, boys." Eva ordered. Their kiss continued, with a bit more tongue. Eva could see both boys spark and their colors deepen.
"Harold, ask Peter if you could please touch his cock."
Harold pulled his mouth back, and only inches away, looked Peter in the eye. "Peter, may I please touch your cock?
Peter nodded. Harold reached down, and placed his full palm against Peter's stiff prick. Both boys spasmed a little bit making the connection.
"Rub it, Harold." Eva said. "Rub Peter's pretty boner."
Harold wrapped a thumb and forefinger around Peter's cock, and began to slowly move up and down. Harold still felt a little embarrassed, but could not stop. Peter was in a state of high arousal he had only felt in his dreams.
Peter unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it, revealing a hairless chest and a firm belly. His time in the gym and pool had paid dividends. Harold gave him another kiss. Eva sat silent, no longer having to urge them on. Harold began kissing his way down Peter's chest, making his way down to his cock which was now throbbing.
"Nice boner, isn't it, Harold?" Eva teased. Harold nodded. "Don't forget your manners, Harold - ask politely if you can put it in your mouth."
Peter looked down, watching Harold's every move.
Harold looked up. "Peter, may I please put your cock in my mouth?" Peter could only nod. Harold gave the head of Peter's cock a gentle kiss, then took the full head in his mouth.
"HUUNH!" Peter groaned, pushing forward into Harold's warm, wet mouth.
Eva felt herself dampen, and rubbed her breast, enjoying the view. "Bob up and down, Harold."
Harold obeyed, sucking and bobbing and sucking some more. "Lick the sides." Eva ordered. Harold used his tongue on both sides, underneath, and above before putting the stiff cock back into his mouth. Harold's boner reflected his intensity. "Balls, now - kiss those pretty balls, Harold."
Peter's eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Harold responded, kissing and licking Peter's nut sack lovingly. Lick and kiss. Lick and kiss. "Now, back in your mouth, Harold. And deeper, please." Eva said calmly.
Eva touched herself underneath her dress. She was soaked. Harold put his lips down further on Peter's cock. "No teeth." Eva cautioned. "If Peter feels teeth, you'll be punished." Harold's jaw opened up a bit more, and Peter's cock went deeper.
"Stick your tongue out, and lick while you're down there, Harold. Peter will like that." Eva could see the tip of Harold's tongue poke out, low on Peter's shaft. "You might just get punished for being such a naughty boy, Harold." Eva continued. "And Peter would watch."
That was all Peter could take. Harold reached his hand up behind Peter, and grabbed his tight butt, pulling the cock deeper into his mouth. Peter responded with a muffled cry, and a jerk.
Harold felt the first splash of cum in his mouth, followed by a thicker, harder flow. It was warmer than he thought it would be, salty and sour. Peter was lost in his orgasm. A third pulse followed. Harold needed to come up for a breath of air, and was met by a fourth shot of cum right on his face. Right on the nose.
"Good, good boys." Eva said quietly. "Now Peter, rub your squirt onto Harold's face with your cock." Peter reached down, and rubbed the head of his cock directly on Harold's nose, wiping half of the cum onto Harold's left cheek. Peter drew back, and wiped some more of the cum down to Harold's chin. "Smile, boys." Eva laughed, snapping a picture. Peter was still not completely back from his orgasm, managing only a dumb grin.
"Thank Peter for his nice semen." Eva told Harold, who was somewhat lost in the moment.
"Thank you for your semen, Peter." Harold said blindly.
"Poor, poor Harold - he didn't get to make his boner squirt!" Eva chided. It would have been too easy to simply have Peter return the favor, and go down on Harold. That could wait until next time. "I think Peter would like to watch you play with your boner, Harold. Wouldn't that be nice, Peter?" Eva said.
"Yes, Ma'am." Nodded Peter, still unable to think.
Harold stood, as Peter sat down on a chair, exhausted. "Rub it, Harold." Eva urged. Harold responded, rubbing his stiff cock as Peter looked on. "Squat a little, and spread those knees." Eva ordered. Harold obeyed. "Say, 'Look, Peter, I'm playing with my stiff little wee wee'."
"I'm playing with my wee wee." Groaned Harold, unable to complete the sentence.
"Repeat after me, Harold." Eva ordered. 'Peter, you are so pretty."
Harold kept rubbing, breathing out. "Peter, you are so pretty."
Eva gave Harold the next line. "Thank you for your nice cum."
"Thank you for your nice cum."
"I want to lick your beautiful asshole."
"I want to lick your beautiful asshole."
"Look, Peter, I'm sticking a finger up my butt."
"Look, Peter." Harold moaned, reaching down with his free hand. "I'm sticking a finger up my butt."
"I'll suck you whenever you want, Peter."
"I'll suck you whenever you want, Peter."
Eva could sense that Harold was about to cum. Peter was slouched back, still trying to recover from his potent orgasm, and the sight of Harold masturbating in front of him. Eva looked down at the carpet, an expensive throw rug. She managed to get the tray of brownies under Harold's cock just in time, as he shot a load of cum directly on the brownies. It looked like laces of frosting.
Eva entered 'Ye Olde Ice Cream Shoppe' with the two boys in tow. It was one of those places with wrought iron chairs painted white, and dainty little tables with red and white checkered plastic tablecloths.
"Welcome!" Smiled the girl behind the counter. Her name tag read 'Liz'. She had red hair, freckles, and a big smile. Eva also liked the girl's 'glow', but that could wait until later. "What can I get for you?" Liz chirped. "We've got 22 flavors. Our special today is the three-scoop bowl. Ladies first?"
Eva was no stranger to ice cream. She didn't get her figure through exercise. "The special, please - pistachio, chocolate-caramel swirl, and mint chocolate chip for the scoops."
Liz's gaze turned to Harold. "Double-dip chocolate chip on a sugar cone, please." Harold asked politely.
"Make it two!" Peter smiled.
The three sat in the ice cream shoppe, enjoying their tasty desserts. It couldn't have been more wholesome. Small talk, silly jokes and giggles, and smiles. Eva could tell Harold and Peter already got along well, and there was also a connection that neither boy was fully aware of. It was time for Eva to break the ice.
"Harold, did you know that Peter is a homo?" Eva whispered, just loud enough for both boys to hear. Both boys reddened a bit by Eva's bluntness. "It's true. He's never even kissed another boy, but he wants to. He masturbates a lot, and thinks of boys when he does." Peter was a little shocked to hear Eva's statement, but it wasn't anything he could deny.
"Harold here likes girls AND boys." Eva continued. He hasn't kissed a boy either, but he gets stiff when he thinks about it." Eva reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. "Here's a picture of Harold's boner." Eva said, showing the picture to Peter. Peter tried not to look too interested, but he couldn't take his eyes away. "Isn't that a nice boner, Peter? Doesn't Harold have a pretty cock?" Peter nodded. Both boys were trying to act nonchalant, licking their ice cream cones. The sight of each other licking the cones only added to their frustration.
"Here's one of Harold with a dildo in his mouth." Eva said, swiping to another picture on her phone. "Harold is a little submissive some times. He's had his boner tied up, and his bare bottom spanked. He's even had a finger up his butt, and he liked it." Eva continued.
Both boys squirmed in their chairs. Could this really be happening? Peter was looking directly into Harold's eyes. Eva could see both boys tossing off sparks, their colors intensifying. "Peter, would you like to have Harold put his mouth on your cock?" Peter twitched a little, and nodded. He'd never had a blowjob. Harold sat stunned, but he knew he'd do anything for Eva. He could feel his cock tent awkwardly in his pants, but he didn't dare reach down to touch it.
Eva just sat back and smiled. A smile much like Miho might have made. "I bet Peter makes a nice, tasty wad of warm cum when he squirts." She teased. Harold gulped, a mix of embarrassment, excitement, and chocolate chip ice cream. "When would you boys like to meet?"
Peter could barely speak. "How about Friday...?" He choked, clearing his throat. "My folks will be gone to the club that night. Is five okay?" All three nodded. Tomorrow night. Eva liked the fact they'd all get to have a little suspenseful anticipation.
The next day seemed to take forever. Eva's first period class with Miss Derkins was almost torture. Eva could see Miss Derkins hardly had any glow at all. "Her pussy must be dry as a bone.' Eva thought, stifling a giggle.
Kathy Bennet came up behind Eva after class in the hallway, and tapped her on the shoulder. Eva turned, and was surprised to see Kathy give a glimpse of a smile. Her pain still showed, but there was less of it. "I want to apologize for calling you those bad names the other day, Eva." Kathy apologized. "No one's ever talked to me about that... that... before."
Eva's expression didn't even change. She just reached over, and gave Kathy another hug. Kathy didn't need sex. She needed love. Caring. Understanding. Eva could also feel Kathy sob a bit as she rested her head on Eva's shoulder. "It's okay." Eva comforted. "Friends?" Eva reached down, and clasped Kathy's hand. Kathy squeezed back gently. Eva didn't have to open her eyes, she could feel the warmth of a glow as their auras combined.
Peter, Harold, and Eva were more than excited than usual for Friday's closing bell at school. All three went home, took care of their chores, and freshened up before their meeting. The clock seemed to drag.
Peter's house was very nice, with lots of paintings on the walls. His mother and father were both artists, and had a touch for finding the right color and size to fit a wall. Peter had told his parents he'd be having friends over, and his mother had even made fresh brownies, set out on a festive platter.
The three sat in the living room, nibbling on their brownies, when Eva got to the point. "Harold, I think Peter would like to see you with your clothes off. Wouldn't you, Peter?" Eva asked, shifting her gaze. Peter could only nod. Harold was reluctant, but stood, and lifted his t-shirt up and over his head. His chest was smooth, but his armpits were starting to grow some hair. The shoes and socks were next. Peter squirmed in his chair, trying not to act too excited.
Eva herself reached over and undid Harold's belt, unbuttoning, then unzipping his jeans. She then pulled down Harold's pants, revealing tight white cotton briefs. "Isn't this nice, Peter?" Eva smiled.
Peter's eyes were wide open. "Yes, very nice."
Eva hooked her finger over the back of Harold's shorts, and began pulling them down very slowly. Harold's cock made a vain effort to hold up the front of his underwear, but Eva kept tugging down, finally exposing his cock.
"Isn't that a nice cock, Peter?" Eva asked.
"Yes, Eva." Peter whispered.
"And aren't these nice balls?" Eva teased, cupping Harold's nut sack gently, lifting them. Harold's cock grew further at the touch. "Would you like to see Harold's bottom? I've even spanked his bottom before when he was naughty." Eva didn't even wait for Peter to respond, she simply grabbed Harold's hips and turned him. "Bend, and spread those cheeks for your nice friend Peter." Eva ordered. Harold dutifully reached back, grabbed each cheek, bent, and spread.
Peter could only groan a little. His aura was deepening, and so was Harold's. Both boys were responding well to Eva's words. Eva had learned that humiliation could be a powerful spice when used in the right amount at the right time.
"Isn't that a pretty little bung hole?" Eva giggled, stepping up the game. Harold remained bent, displaying his most private area. His balls hung down, and his cock wiggled slightly. Peter was unable to suppress an audible moan. "Harold makes poopy out of that hole. Don't you, Harold? Tell Peter what you do."
Harold groaned. "I make poopy out of that hole, Peter."
Eva was in total control. "You look uncomfortable, Peter - would you like to take down your trousers?"
Peter stood, and Eva turned Harold around, allowing him to stand and watch. Harold's boner was fully at attention. Peter undid his belt, loosened his pants, and lowered them. He was wearing some tight shorts which could double as swimwear. Peter's dick strained against the shiny fabric. A shock of blonde hair poked out the sides, mirroring Peter's stylish blonde hair.
"Hop up and down, Harold." Eva urged, stepping up the humiliation. "Show Peter how happy you are to see him." Harold didn't have a choice. He hopped up and down a little, his boner bouncing up and down comically. "Harold, tell Peter, 'look at my floppy stiffy'."
Harold obeyed, still hopping. "Look at my floppy stiffy, Peter." Harold said, voice quivering from his jumping.
Eva giggled. The boys did not. Eva could tell from their glows they were both losing control. "Peter, you'd better take those shorts off."
Peter stuck his thumbs down both sides of his swim trunks, and pushed down. Harold stopped hopping. Peter's cock came into full view. It was skinny, but slightly longer than Harold's. Peter was fully erect, and pointing up at an obscene angle.
"Give Harold a nice kiss, Peter." Eva urged.
Peter crossed the short distance across the room, and gave Harold a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Deeper, boys." Eva ordered. Their kiss continued, with a bit more tongue. Eva could see both boys spark and their colors deepen.
"Harold, ask Peter if you could please touch his cock."
Harold pulled his mouth back, and only inches away, looked Peter in the eye. "Peter, may I please touch your cock?
Peter nodded. Harold reached down, and placed his full palm against Peter's stiff prick. Both boys spasmed a little bit making the connection.
"Rub it, Harold." Eva said. "Rub Peter's pretty boner."
Harold wrapped a thumb and forefinger around Peter's cock, and began to slowly move up and down. Harold still felt a little embarrassed, but could not stop. Peter was in a state of high arousal he had only felt in his dreams.
Peter unbuttoned his shirt, and removed it, revealing a hairless chest and a firm belly. His time in the gym and pool had paid dividends. Harold gave him another kiss. Eva sat silent, no longer having to urge them on. Harold began kissing his way down Peter's chest, making his way down to his cock which was now throbbing.
"Nice boner, isn't it, Harold?" Eva teased. Harold nodded. "Don't forget your manners, Harold - ask politely if you can put it in your mouth."
Peter looked down, watching Harold's every move.
Harold looked up. "Peter, may I please put your cock in my mouth?" Peter could only nod. Harold gave the head of Peter's cock a gentle kiss, then took the full head in his mouth.
"HUUNH!" Peter groaned, pushing forward into Harold's warm, wet mouth.
Eva felt herself dampen, and rubbed her breast, enjoying the view. "Bob up and down, Harold."
Harold obeyed, sucking and bobbing and sucking some more. "Lick the sides." Eva ordered. Harold used his tongue on both sides, underneath, and above before putting the stiff cock back into his mouth. Harold's boner reflected his intensity. "Balls, now - kiss those pretty balls, Harold."
Peter's eyes were closed, his head tilted back. Harold responded, kissing and licking Peter's nut sack lovingly. Lick and kiss. Lick and kiss. "Now, back in your mouth, Harold. And deeper, please." Eva said calmly.
Eva touched herself underneath her dress. She was soaked. Harold put his lips down further on Peter's cock. "No teeth." Eva cautioned. "If Peter feels teeth, you'll be punished." Harold's jaw opened up a bit more, and Peter's cock went deeper.
"Stick your tongue out, and lick while you're down there, Harold. Peter will like that." Eva could see the tip of Harold's tongue poke out, low on Peter's shaft. "You might just get punished for being such a naughty boy, Harold." Eva continued. "And Peter would watch."
That was all Peter could take. Harold reached his hand up behind Peter, and grabbed his tight butt, pulling the cock deeper into his mouth. Peter responded with a muffled cry, and a jerk.
Harold felt the first splash of cum in his mouth, followed by a thicker, harder flow. It was warmer than he thought it would be, salty and sour. Peter was lost in his orgasm. A third pulse followed. Harold needed to come up for a breath of air, and was met by a fourth shot of cum right on his face. Right on the nose.
"Good, good boys." Eva said quietly. "Now Peter, rub your squirt onto Harold's face with your cock." Peter reached down, and rubbed the head of his cock directly on Harold's nose, wiping half of the cum onto Harold's left cheek. Peter drew back, and wiped some more of the cum down to Harold's chin. "Smile, boys." Eva laughed, snapping a picture. Peter was still not completely back from his orgasm, managing only a dumb grin.
"Thank Peter for his nice semen." Eva told Harold, who was somewhat lost in the moment.
"Thank you for your semen, Peter." Harold said blindly.
"Poor, poor Harold - he didn't get to make his boner squirt!" Eva chided. It would have been too easy to simply have Peter return the favor, and go down on Harold. That could wait until next time. "I think Peter would like to watch you play with your boner, Harold. Wouldn't that be nice, Peter?" Eva said.
"Yes, Ma'am." Nodded Peter, still unable to think.
Harold stood, as Peter sat down on a chair, exhausted. "Rub it, Harold." Eva urged. Harold responded, rubbing his stiff cock as Peter looked on. "Squat a little, and spread those knees." Eva ordered. Harold obeyed. "Say, 'Look, Peter, I'm playing with my stiff little wee wee'."
"I'm playing with my wee wee." Groaned Harold, unable to complete the sentence.
"Repeat after me, Harold." Eva ordered. 'Peter, you are so pretty."
Harold kept rubbing, breathing out. "Peter, you are so pretty."
Eva gave Harold the next line. "Thank you for your nice cum."
"Thank you for your nice cum."
"I want to lick your beautiful asshole."
"I want to lick your beautiful asshole."
"Look, Peter, I'm sticking a finger up my butt."
"Look, Peter." Harold moaned, reaching down with his free hand. "I'm sticking a finger up my butt."
"I'll suck you whenever you want, Peter."
"I'll suck you whenever you want, Peter."
Eva could sense that Harold was about to cum. Peter was slouched back, still trying to recover from his potent orgasm, and the sight of Harold masturbating in front of him. Eva looked down at the carpet, an expensive throw rug. She managed to get the tray of brownies under Harold's cock just in time, as he shot a load of cum directly on the brownies. It looked like laces of frosting.
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