splat
More spit.
It dripped shamelessly from their mouth, splattering hot and wet onto his cock. Their tongue followed, flattening along the thickness and tasting every inch with reverence.
Julian's hips twitched violently, his hands painfully braced against the wall as he fought the urge to thrust. The mixture of warmth and cool air was dizzying, and each drawn moment only served to heighten his pleasure.
splash
Then came a sudden, slick sound, as if something was being poured into their palms. He couldn't see them, but he could hear it—the wet squelch of their hands rubbing together.
And then, without warning, their breasts were back—coated with warm, perfumed oil, wrapping lewdly around his cock.
Julian nearly collapsed.
"Gods—fuck—"
The oil made everything slick, his cock sliding between their tits like it had a mind of its own. Each thrust felt so smooth, so hot, and so slippery that his entire body trembled, his cock twitching helplessly inside their glistening trap.
