The sight of them on their knees before him, two perfect, powerful beings offering themselves completely, was a heady, intoxicating rush.
His cock, already thick and heavy with desire, throbbed in anticipation. He watched as their hands, one soft and warm, the other cool and firm, reached for him simultaneously.
Their fingers brushed, a spark of connection passing between them, before they both wrapped around his shaft.
But Sabrina, ever the impatient succubus, wasn't content to just touch. With a hungry, worshipful gleam in her eyes, she leaned forward.
Her soft, full lips parted, and she pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the swollen, weeping head of his cock. Her tongue darted out, swirling around the tip and lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had gathered there, a soft, appreciative hum vibrating in her chest.
Then, she took him in.
