My Sad Roommate

Johnny Goodluck walks in on a rough day and doesn’t bother with words. He moves right for Silvia and Jessica, hands going straight to their heavy tits, thumbs circling nipples until both women shiver. The girls turn on each other, fingers sliding into slick folds, tongues meeting, hips grinding while Johnny watches, cock already throbbing. Silvia drops to her knees first, sucks him down with greedy strokes; Jessica follows, licking the base, fondling his balls, sharing spit on his shaft. Both girls open wide so he can fuck their mouths in turn, precum glistening on their lips. He lays them on the couch, spreads thighs, tastes each cunt, tongue dipping inside, jaw wet. When Johnny finally pushes in, it’s Silvia first—tight heat gripping every inch—while Jessica straddles her face, grinding on her tongue. Every thrust slaps skin, and he shifts between the two, stretching them, making them moan louder. They climb over him next, slick pussies sliding across his cock, riding until their thighs shake. Jessica comes first, head thrown back, fingers clutching his shoulders. Silvia follows right after, cunt pulsing, juices soaking his shaft. Johnny pulls out, jerks hard, thick ropes of cum painting both their faces and tits. The girls lick each other clean, sucking the last drops from his tip, bodies tangled and glistening, the apartment suddenly quiet except for panting breath.