Both of them knew what was happening in the dark cab now—streets pitch black outside, just our outlines visible up close, driver focused on the road, Tiffany dozing against the window up front, tired and oblivious.
Brittany got crazy—tugging my loose pants lower without bothering with button or zip, just enough to free me. My cock sprang out, dying to be surrounded by these sluts.
She took it in her hand—warm, confident—starting to stroke slow, pulling the foreskin back and front, thumb circling the head slick with precum.
Tiffany was out cold up front—Brittany knew her mom best, knew we had privacy back here.
I was still making Gloria lose control—just from squeezing and pinching her big tit, nipple hard as rock under my fingers. Then I slid my hand to the back of her head, pulling her close, and kissed her dirty—deep, tongue pushing in possessive.
