Esmeralda: Part 5 (snowball, and then snowball)
June collapses for a moment—boneless, twitching, the final waves of that explosive orgasm rolling through her thighs. Chen gently slides the toy from her spent, soaked cunt, and her breath catches as she watches it emerge: thick, slick, still glistening with her release.
She blinks once… twice…
And then pushes herself upright onto her knees.
Her hair is wild, sweat sticking to her collarbones, her fishnet top torn down to her elbows. Her mouth opens. Her hands reach out—trembling, reverent—as she strokes the base of Chen’s cock with both palms, looking up at them like its worship.
“Please…”
Her voice is wrecked. Barely a whisper.
“Please, Chen… let me lick it off. Let me clean my own mess. I’ll be so good, I’ll be so good—please let me taste how ruined I am—”
She leans in, lips parted—
But Chen’s hand gently catches her jaw. Not rough. Just final.
“No, baby,” they murmur. “That’s for us.”
Chen brings the toy to their lips first—slowly. Kat leans closer.
They drag their tongue up the dildo’s shaft, languid, gathering June’s taste like honey from a spoon. The flavor is sharp, slick, intimate. They moan softly. Let it sit on their tongue. Then offer the toy to Kat.
Kat takes it delicately, locking eyes with June.
“Mmm. I love how sweet she is after a good spanking.”
She licks—broad and slow, bottom to tip—like she’s savoring both June and Chen at once. Then again. And again. Until the toy glistens only with spit and devotion.
June is whimpering now, kneeling in front of both of them, rubbing Chen’s cock as she watches. “Fuck. Please. You’re both so—…fuck…I want to be that toy next—”
Kat sets the dildo down. And then Chen and Kat turn to each other. Chen leans in. Close. Kat’s lips are still wet with June’s taste—and so are Chen’s.
The kiss is slow at first. Then deeper. Needier. Feral. Soft. Brazen. Overflowing with love and lust and the kind of messy devotion that defies rules. Kat’s hands holding Chen’s cheek, Chen’s grasping Kat’s waist. Tongues slide. Breaths mingle. The moan they both let out is shared.
Kat and Chen are kissing like they’re trying to savor June all over again, like she’s still between them—and in a way, she is.
Chen has just pulled back from Kat—their lips still tingling with the taste of June’s orgasm, their cock still heavy in her hand, her fingers sticky with lube and spit.
June watches them kiss Kat. Watches their tongue glide. Watches their eyes flutter closed.
And something snaps inside her.
“Mine,” she whispers. Not as a request, not as a demand, but as a factual statement.
And without asking—without waiting—June surges forward and throws herself onto Chen.
Her arms wrap around Chen’s neck. Her mouth crashes into Chen’s. Her tongue pushes deep before Chen’s lips even finish parting.
It’s messy. Desperate. Soaked in her own taste.
Because she knows what’s on that tongue and what they both have just licked clean. And she wants it back. Wants to taste her own ruin inside Chen’s mouth.
Chen’s breath hitches. They grunt into her mouth. But they don’t stop her. Not for a second.
She kisses Chen with everything— Teeth clashing. Breath panting. Hands clawing at their shoulders like she needs to anchor herself or drown.
Kat watches, eyes dark, one hand now slowly rubbing herself as she whispers, “God, she’s filthy. That’s your brat, huh?”
Chen can’t answer. June’s tongue is in their throat.
She moans into their mouth, hips grinding against their thigh now, still wanting more, still tasting herself on their breath.
And when she finally pulls back—just enough to whisper, lips brushing Chen’s—
“You better never hold that back from me again.”