Nikolai groaned beneath the suffocating heat of Amphitrite's cunt as she ground herself over his mouth, folds dragging over his lips, coating him in her taste. Every shift smeared him wetter, her juices clinging to his skin, thick and salty. His tongue worked deeper, slow at first, but her hips didn't allow him mercy—every roll made a mess of his chin.
Kumiko's lips were stretched tight around his cock, her breath hot against his base as she pushed him deeper down her throat. Her hand gripped him like a handle, steady, precise. Each motion was careful, practised devotion. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, nipples brushing his thighs with every slow, sticky bob.
Glk… glrk… mmnn—her throat caught around him. Spit coated his shaft in messy strings, hanging from her chin, clinging to her tongue when she pulled back just to swallow him again.
The bed creaked beneath the weight of them—humid, reeking of sweat and sex, nothing left untouched.
Then—
