Eira and Luminara stood there, pressed close to me, their bodies trembling under my hands as I continued to grope their asses—firm yet yielding, the kind of plush perfection that begged to be squeezed, spanked, claimed. Eira's was larger, a generous curve that overflowed my palm, her dark skirt hiking up slightly with each knead, revealing the black stockings that clung to her thighs like a second skin.
Luminara's was tauter, athletic from her elven grace, but no less inviting, her grey skirt stretched tight, the skin-colored stockings shimmering under the light, drawing my eyes down those endless legs to her heels—sharp, black stilettos that made her ass pop even more.
