Too Hot to Handle

Raven and Thea had fired up their Cinco social thing with a hot sauce dare. They went at it raw, no milk waiting, and way overcooked it. Their throats clamped. Tongues puffed thick. Breathing turned to a fight. Then their stepbrother Ethan showed up with the fix. Cum. Yeah, straight up cum. He said the heat was no joke, could drop them cold. Girls felt it in their ribs, still knew they wanted breath more. They said yes. Dropped to their knees fast and swallowed his cock, swollen tongues slapping wet, spit running fast, both of them sloppy and wild. He stacked them, Thea facedown with Raven riding her back, and fucked through them like a machine—slamming into one pussy, then switching to the other waiting mouth, all heat and grit. Once they came shaking, he pumped his load down into their mouths, and they passed it between them, tongues twisting the mess slow, cooling the burn in private. Happy Cinco, assholes.