Sex For Three

Katy Rose and Paula Shy fuck like it’s business, not pleasure. They’ve had tongues and fingers down each other’s throats and between each other’s thighs more times than they can count. They know exactly where to press, when to linger, when to shove two fingers deep and curl. It works every damn time. Tonight they want something harder, thicker, hotter. They want the one thing another woman can’t give them, and Johny’s ready with the goods. They start him with soft mouths and wet praise—lips sliding down his cock, tongues swirling at the head, fingers tugging his balls just tight enough. Then they spread, dripping and impatient. He drives into Katy first, hands planted on her ass, hips snapping sharp and mean until she claws the sheets. Paula watches, rubbing herself raw, waiting her turn. When she gets it she moans loud, voice cracking as he pounds her into the mattress. They trade places again and again, his cock slick with both of them, until the girls are a panting, shaking mess. Johny doesn’t stop until each of them has come so hard they’re trembling. Only then does he let himself finish—pumping deep, filling one, then painting the other’s open mouth. Two girls, satisfied, wrecked, smiling like cats in cream.