Double Date

Cyrus King steps into the massage parlor the moment the word spreads around the block, ready for whatever relief waits inside. The owner smiles while two girls flank him—Kira Noir and Daya Knight—each curve tighter than a sprung trap. He blinks, stunned. Can’t pick. Why bother, the owner says. Pay once, take them both. His breath hitches. He pays, trails them down the narrow hall, heart pounding every inch. In the shower they peel his clothes, palms already hunting skin. Hot spray, slick soap, fingers everywhere. One soapy hand grips his cock, the other squeezes his ass while two greedy mouths open on his lips. He palms heavy breasts, cups wet heat, and the girls work him hard beneath the steam. Rinse. Mat down. Oil glides. Two warm, oiled bodies slide across his own, bellies, tits, soft thighs dragging until his cock finds slick pussy. Kira rides first, rolling deep; then Daya slides on and takes every inch. He flips, fucks each girl in turn, holds their hips like handles while water still drips down slick tiles. At the edge he spills hot over Kira’s ass; Daya licks it off slow, tongue tracing every drop till it’s gone.