Twice The Fun

Apolonia and Carolina stand in front of Alberto in nothing but stockings and lace that barely covers anything. Their eyes lock on him like they already know how this ends. Stockings stretch tight over their thighs as they lean in, pressing their bodies against his, hands sliding down his chest, moving lower with purpose. Every breath they take feels planned to drive him crazy. Apolonia moves behind him, nails dragging across his skin. Carolina stays in front, grinning like she's already won. They take turns touching him, slow and deliberate, never giving him enough at once. Lips brush his neck, then his stomach, teasing him till his hands shake. The room feels smaller with every second. Alberto watches Carolina drop to her knees, her tongue sliding up the inside of his thigh. Apolonia follows, mouth open, breath hot. They work together without needing words, tongues and hands fighting for his attention. The image burns straight into him: the black stockings against pale skin, the way their mouths move in sync, the slick sounds of them claiming him together. He won't forget. He couldn't if he tried.