FANtastic Threesome

He draws a winning ticket. Two women step forward—Jennifer White, Raven Bay. Heat rolls off them like whiskey. Jennifer drops to her knees first, lips stretched tight around his cock, spit running down the shaft in quick, shining lines. Raven kneels beside her, tongue dragging over his balls, then up, pressing wet kisses along the vein Jennifer left behind. He feels every flick, every suction, every greedy sound they make. Their mouths work him in turns, hungry and brutal, switching without warning, teeth grazing now and then just to keep him guessing. Hands grip his thighs, fingernails digging in, holding him still while their tongues fight for space and taste. He hears himself grunt, but the room’s already drowning in the slick, wet noise of mouths on flesh. Jennifer looks up once, eyes bright and mean, then sinks him deeper until her throat flexes around the head. Raven laughs low in her chest and takes the shaft when Jennifer pulls back, cheeks hollowing, no mercy given. Saliva strings between them as they trade him back and forth, faster, filthier, chasing his pulse like they want to break it. One pulls off only to spit and stroke, the other swallows straight down, both pushing, both refusing to let him breathe easy. When he finally comes it’s sudden, thick, and they keep working him through it—tongues lapping, lips milking every last pulse, not wasting a drop.