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He walked into the Last Book Store hunting that old paper smell, fingertips hungry for the smooth glide of turning pages. Downtown crowd pressed in, shoulders rubbing, but he spotted them fast—the two blondes in black trench coats, Skye and Kayley, stacked and searching the same shelves. He stepped into their aisle. Couldn’t focus on spines or titles. The coats opened just enough to show short skirts, long legs, and tight shirts cutting low across heavy tits. Kayley’s eyes flicked up, caught him, lingered. Skye glanced sideways, half a smirk on her glossed mouth. Heat jumped between them like a spark looking for something to burn. He didn’t smile back; just nodded once and moved on. Outside, the downtown courtyard buzzed with lunch traffic. Half a block later they were walking toward him, coat buttons gone, showing every curve. He didn’t slow down until they were almost chest to chest. “You two don’t strike me as the type who waste time,” he said. Skye tilted her chin. “We don’t.” He took in the flush on Kayley’s throat and the way Skye’s fingers toyed with her own lapel like she wanted to drop the coat right there. “My place is two blocks. No talking. No small talk. Just you two bent over my kitchen counter until my dick goes numb.” Kayley’s breath hitched. Skye grabbed his wrist, hard. The coats whispered as they walked, hips swinging, nipples brushing against silk every time a breeze caught them. By the time they reached his building, Kayley’s coat was half-open and Skye was already palming the front of his jeans. Inside the elevator, the doors closed and Kayley pressed her ass back against his crotch while Skye dropped to her knees, coat spread like wings, mouth already open. He grabbed a fist of blonde hair and guided her lips around him before the floor dinged.
He walked into the Last Book Store hunting that old paper smell, fingertips hungry for the smooth glide of turning pages. Downtown crowd pressed in, shoulders rubbing, but he spotted them fast—the two blondes in black trench coats, Skye and Kayley, stacked and searching the same shelves. He stepped into their aisle. Couldn’t focus on spines or titles. The coats opened just enough to show short skirts, long legs, and tight shirts cutting low across heavy tits. Kayley’s eyes flicked up, caught him, lingered. Skye glanced sideways, half a smirk on her glossed mouth. Heat jumped between them like a spark looking for something to burn. He didn’t smile back; just nodded once and moved on. Outside, the downtown courtyard buzzed with lunch traffic. Half a block later they were walking toward him, coat buttons gone, showing every curve. He didn’t slow down until they were almost chest to chest. “You two don’t strike me as the type who waste time,” he said. Skye tilted her chin. “We don’t.” He took in the flush on Kayley’s throat and the way Skye’s fingers toyed with her own lapel like she wanted to drop the coat right there. “My place is two blocks. No talking. No small talk. Just you two bent over my kitchen counter until my dick goes numb.” Kayley’s breath hitched. Skye grabbed his wrist, hard. The coats whispered as they walked, hips swinging, nipples brushing against silk every time a breeze caught them. By the time they reached his building, Kayley’s coat was half-open and Skye was already palming the front of his jeans. Inside the elevator, the doors closed and Kayley pressed her ass back against his crotch while Skye dropped to her knees, coat spread like wings, mouth already open. He grabbed a fist of blonde hair and guided her lips around him before the floor dinged.