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Three bodies tangling on wrinkled sheets. Their mouths fused, tongues darting, spit mixing. Two girls on their knees, lips wrapped around a thick cock that pulses between them. Wet sounds fill the room. One gags, takes it deeper, passes it to the other who slurps it with greed. Eyes half-closed, mascara smudged, cheeks hollowing. Hands grip the shaft, tongues lap at the crown, swapping strings of spit and precum. Their breath quickens, moans grow louder. Fingers pinch nipples, slide between slick thighs, never stopping. Then it hits. The first rope shoots across a waiting tongue. They press close, lips parted, letting it spill from one mouth to the other. They kiss through the mess, strings of white stretching between them, licking it from each other's lips until the last shudder runs out.