Leraphine and Seraphine pressed their cocks deep into Virael and Liora's throats, holding them there for an agonizing stretch of time.
Liora's eyes watered beneath her blindfold, her throat convulsing as she gagged, a choked, wet sound bubbling out—her face a mess of strain and surrender, cheeks flushed crimson, lips stretched wide around Seraphine's shaft.
Virael's composure cracked, her throat tightening as she fought the reflex, a faint tremor running through her—a mix of haze and ecstasy painting her features, her brows furrowing, mouth quivering around Leraphine's length.
The sisters pulled back at last, their cocks sliding free with a slow, deliberate drag, glistening with thick, dripping saliva.
Liora gasped, a desperate, gulping breath, spit trailing down her chin, while Virael's exhale was sharp and ragged, her chest heaving as she regained control, saliva pooling at her lips.
The sisters knelt beside them, their hands gentle yet firm as they eased the anal dildo from their bodies.
It slipped out with a soft, wet sound, leaving their assholes pulsing and sensitive, though the clit clamps remained, the chain taut and gleaming between them as they turned them over to face each other now.
Seraphine retrieved the strawberry dildo, its sweet scent teasing the air as she twirled it playfully.
The sisters lifted Virael and Liora from the floor, hoisting them into a precarious, intimate hold—one leg bent tight, thigh pressing against their breasts, the other dangling free, stretching the chain until their clits throbbed with a sharp, delicious ache.
Liora whimpered, her petite frame trembling, her tail flicking against her slick skin, while Virael's breath caught, her lean body tensing as heat flooded her face.
Seraphine slid one end of the strawberry dildo into Liora's pussy—her folds parting eagerly, the toy sinking deep as she gasped, a high, needy sound.
She guided the other end into Virael's, the slick warmth enveloping it.
Then the sisters moved closer, their cocks—still wet with saliva—nudging against their assholes.
Seraphine pressed into Liora first, stretching her slowly, the spit slicking the way as her shaft filled her completely.
Liora's moan was raw, her face twisting into ecstasy—eyes squeezed shut beneath the blindfold, mouth gaping, drool spilling as the fullness overwhelmed her.
Leraphine entered Virael next, her cock spreading her open with a steady, unrelenting push.
Virael's groan was deep and primal, her features softening into a blissful haze—lips parted wide, brows lifting, a flush blooming across her cheeks as the sensation sank in.
The sisters lifted their dangling legs then, pulling them up into a standing full nelson—arms pinned back, bodies arched and exposed, facing each other.
The chain tugged their clits mercilessly, the dildo shifted deeper in their pussies, and the cocks buried themselves to the hilt in their asses.
Virael and Liora's breaths mingled, their faces inches apart—still blindfolded, but their connection palpable.
Seraphine and Leraphine began to thrust, slow and synchronized, their cocks sliding up and down their asses with a wet, rhythmic slap.
Liora's moans escalated, loud and unrestrained, her tail thrashing as pleasure coiled tight.
Virael's sounds matched her, deeper and more guttural, her calm shattering as the dual penetration consumed her.
Seraphine snapped her fingers, and the strawberry dildo hummed to life, its vibrations pulsing through their cores like a lightning strike.
The added jolt sent their pleasure soaring, their gasps sharpening as the sisters thrust harder, their cocks driving deep into their asses.
They climaxed in a shuddering rush—Liora first, her juices shooting out in a hot arc, splattering Virael's stomach as she cried out.
Virael followed seconds later, her release spraying across Liora's thighs, her groan echoing as her body trembled.
The sisters paused, their thrusts stilling, and leaned forward.
Seraphine's teeth caught Liora's blindfold, tugging it free with a gentle nip, while Leraphine did the same for Virael.
The silk fluttered to the floor, and their eyes met—Liora's teary and wild, pupils blown with lust, her flushed face a portrait of overwhelmed delight; Virael's hazed and glassy, her usual stoicism gone, replaced by a primal, ecstatic glow.
They saw each other fully—their dripping mouths, their trembling bodies, the chain linking their clits, the dildo buzzing between them—and the sight fueled their desire further.
Seraphine and Leraphine resumed thrusting, harder now, their cocks driving deep into their asses as the vibrating dildo pushed them to new heights.
Seraphine's hands slid to Liora's breasts, pinching her nipples through the lingering sting of the clamps, while Leraphine's fingers found Virael's, rolling them firmly.
The added stimulation sent them over again—Liora's second climax hit like a storm, her juices shooting out in a messy arc, soaking Virael's chest as she wailed, her face contorting with unbridled rapture.
Virael's followed, her release spraying Liora's breasts, her moan a deep, resonant cry, her eyes fluttering as pleasure wracked her.
The sisters didn't stop.
They thrust faster, their breaths growing ragged, and introduced a new layer—Seraphine's fingers slipped into Liora's pussy alongside the dildo, stretching her further, while Leraphine did the same to Virael.
The fullness was unbearable, a delicious torment—Liora's third orgasm tore through her, her juices splattering Virael's face as she screamed, her expression a chaotic blend of bliss and surrender, drool pooling at her chin.
Virael's third came seconds later, her release hitting Liora's lips, her face a mirror of Liora's—eyes half-open, mouth agape, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
Finally, Seraphine and Leraphine groaned in unison, their thrusts faltering as they reached their peak.
They buried their cocks deep, shooting thick, hot loads into their assholes—warmth flooding them, spilling out as they pulled back.
The sisters gently lowered them to the bed, Liora collapsing atop Virael, their sweat-slick bodies pressed together.
The chain tugged one last time as they settled, their stretched assholes pulsing, cum dripping slowly onto the crimson sheets in a sticky pool beneath them.
Their breaths synced, ragged and heavy—Liora's face still alight with wild, tear-streaked joy, Virael's softened into a rare, exhausted euphoria—as they lay there, tangled and spent, the echoes of their pleasure lingering in the air.