Spit Roast: Emily’s Must-See Best Moment

I still think about that spit roast with Emily months later, how it started so slow and turned into something I couldn’t look away from. She was in the middle, one guy behind her and one in front, and at first it was just hands and mouths, everyone figuring out the rhythm. Then she dropped to her knees for this deepthroat that made the whole room go quiet, sloppy and deliberate, before climbing back up to ride one of them reverse cowgirl, her back arched, hair stuck to her neck. The guy behind her slid in while she was still moving, and she just took it, this low sound escaping her that I felt in my chest. They found this steady push-pull, her body caught between them, and I remember thinking she looked completely gone in the best way. It built like that for a while, skin slick, breathing ragged, until she finished him with her mouth and he came across her face, and she just laughed, wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, and asked for a towel like it was nothing.