I Fucked My Two Sexy Roommates

Both girls lay pinned to the mattress, arms wedged deep inside the split in the bed frame. Their voices lift, calling for help. The roommate steps in, eyes trailing where every curve strains against cotton. He reaches down, hands sliding along their sides with the same weight he uses when pouring his morning coffee. Fingers curve over breasts and drag between spread thighs. Fingers brush, squeeze, press harder when neither girl pulls away. Their breathing shifts fast. Lips parted. A fever crawls through their hips. They tear themselves loose, edges red from where the wood held them, and fling every ounce of hunger onto him. Hands drag at his shirt, mouths meet skin, wet and greedy. One wraps fingers around his cock like she owns the next breath he takes. The other shoves him back to the mattress, knees straddling his face, her taste already filling his mouth. Bodies lock tight: thighs grip, nails sink, teeth graze. He drives into the first girl while she stares him down, every thrust shoving her forward until the second girl shoves her tongue into his mouth, tasting her friend on his tongue. Sheets tear away. Skin slaps skin. Cunt grips cock, walls fluttering, slick pouring down their legs in a constant drip. He flips the second girl onto her stomach, cock thick and shining as it pushes deep and hard, every smack loud enough to rattle the lamp shade. She begs for more—faster, meaner, filthier. He gives it. He presses her friend facedown into the blanket, two fingers filling her mouth while his cock fills her cunt. Moans turn to broken cries as hips slap without pause. The three of them writhe together, sweat smeared, breath short, until none of them can say whose limbs are whose and none of them care.