Didn’t mean to walk in. Should’ve knocked first. But there they were—two women who knew exactly what they wanted, and he was just along for the ride. One’s got him bent over the couch armrest, stockings ripped at the knees while she rides his cock like it’s hers alone. The other kneels behind her, fingers digging into hips as she takes control of his mouth—no warning when she switches positions mid-thrust. His hands are pinned above his head; legs spread wide for whoever wants them next. No lube needed when pussies are this wet.
