...the second she realizes he’s touching himself, the door cracks open just enough to see two pairs of hungry eyes. No warning—they’re on him before he can react. One straddles his lap while the other shoves his cock past her lips, both moaning like they’ve been waiting years for this forbidden moment. Thighs clamp down as one rides him raw while the other deepthroats with tears streaming—not from pain but because she’s not done yet. The couch creaks under them as fingers dig into skin and tongues battle for control over his load.
