As Kayla continued jumping up and down on my cock, Nala climbed onto the table. She looked down at me with a mix of lust and affection.
"We're sorry to use you as our toy, Evan," she said teasingly.
I chuckled, still buried deep in Kayla's ass. "Well, I'm unemployed while you all work. I guess I can take this at least."
Nala smiled. "Good boy."
"Good boy? Wow."
"Hey, you say 'good girl' to us. Why can't we 'good boy' you then?"
I just exhaled. "Yeah, yeah. Good boy Evan."
She smirked. "Good boy."
"I swear…"
She moved the babydoll lingerie aside and lowered herself onto my face, her warm, wet pussy pressing against my mouth.
