thinking about art and pat eating you out. ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩
art being so devoted to the cause that he’s close to suffocating but he’s scared that if he comes up for air, you won’t be satisfied. — pat watched at the faces you made and how art was gasping as if close to death. you were so fucked out you hadn’t even noticed. patrick tapped art’s shoulder “save some for me” with a jealous smile.
pat would obviously try to outdo art but art was eating for his pleasure—pat was eating for sport. it felt like kitten licks, really. that was until you felt two fingers curl in your slick causing you to gasp “fuck!”. he smiled at the action pumping his fingers in and out of you slowly before changing pace.
art leaned over and rubbed your clit with two fingers. you were in heaven. he didn’t like the idea of prolonging your orgasm #shecomesfirst so, instead he put his face in it. literally. he shook his head around letting his tongue lick you up and down all over your cunt.
pat heard the sounds art was getting so he finger fucked you slowly, making sure to curl his fingers each time. you ultimately ended up squirting and that was like receiving a trophy to pat.
art was in his own world and couldn’t care less. he nibbled at your clit like he was a man starved. you shook and moaned and came all of which were very good signs.
the men decided to fuck you through the aftershocks, both of them whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
