“Good little cum machine”: Part 1 (Riley’s cum covering Chen & June)
It’s late. The house is quiet, lights low, the scent of leftover dinner still hanging in the air. Chen is stretched out on the big couch, half-lidded, still a little hazy from all the sticky, soft chaos Riley gifted them earlier.
Riley’s curled on the rug at Chen’s feet, flushed pink and fiddling with the hem of their shirt, trying to act innocent even though everyone knew what they did—how they completely drenched Chen’s face and June’s hair with cum when they lost control.
And June—sprawled backwards on an armchair like a lounging cat—won’t let them forget it.
June flips a strand of hair still faintly scented with Riley’s cum, making a dramatic show of sniffing it, then flicks Riley’s ear with a wicked grin.
“Seriously, Riley? Look at you—all shy now, but an hour ago you nearly drowned me. Did you drink the whole ocean before cumming on me or what?”
Riley squeaks, covers their burning face with both hands, peeks through trembling fingers:
“I—I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—you were so close—and Chen was watching—and you were both so hot—I just, I just couldn’t—”
June barks a laugh, eyes darting to Chen with a wicked glint.
“Couldn’t control it, you mean. So pathetic. So cute. You owe me a wash, femboy. Or maybe…”
She sits up slowly, crawling off the armchair and kneeling behind Riley. One hand slides up Riley’s neck, soft but commanding—the other lifts Riley’s chin toward Chen.
“…maybe I should make you thank Chen properly for letting you make such a pretty mess. Right here. With that big, thick cock of yours that can’t behave.”
Riley squirms, thighs pressing tight together, but their cock’s already twitching back to life under their loose shorts. They peek up at Chen, voice trembling but so sweet:
“Can I…? Please…? I’ll be good this time. Promise. Can I… make it up to you?”
June giggles darkly, licking a stripe up Riley’s pink ear before whispering filthy praise:
“Go on, sweetheart. Show them. Show them how grateful you are. And if you cum too much again? I’ll make you lick it all off their skin yourself…”
Riley crawls up between Chen’s parted knees, cheeks on fire, one trembling hand wrapping around Chen’s cock while their pretty mouth hovers—hesitant, breath ghosting the tip.
June watches from behind, palms spreading Riley’s soft hips wider, pressing teasing kisses to the back of their neck while they start to worship Chen all over again.
Chen’s head tips back when Riley takes them deeper, deeper—messy whimpers vibrating against their shaft, June’s quiet giggles egging them on:
“My good little cum machine. Let’s see how much you can spill for them this time, hmm?”
Riley moans around Chen’s cock as June coos above them, her fingers tracing lazy circles down their back, then slipping under the waistband of those soft shorts.
“You’re such a greedy little thing,” she murmurs, the pads of her fingers mischievously brushing Riley’s dripping tip that cannot possibly get any harder. “Can’t help yourself when they’re watching, can you? Admit it—you enjoy making messes on pretty people.”
Riley’s hips jerk as she wraps her hand around their cock—slow and unforgiving. They gag softly, throat tightening around Chen, and it’s exquisite. That perfect, wet helplessness that Chen loves so much. One of Chen’s hands cups their cheek, thumb stroking the flushed skin just below their eye. Chen feels the heat of Riley, their need, how hard they’re trying to stay still even as June starts edging them mercilessly.
“Such a sweet thing,” June purrs, nuzzling into Riley’s hair. “Trying so hard not to cum while your mouth’s stuffed with Chen’s cock. Your pre-cum is going to leak all over the rug again, aren’t you? Just like last time.”
A muffled whimper answers her. Riley’s thighs are shaking, their tongue fluttering under Chen’s shaft, tears already smudging the corners of their eyes. But still, they look up at Chen with that worshipful, desperate gaze—as if this is the most sacred thing in the world.
June tightens her grip.
“Not yet,” she hisses. “Not until Chen says so.”