Lor's cock throbbed, the dual assault of their mouths pushing him to the edge, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Vela licked her lips, her glare half-hearted now, softening as her gaze flicked to Maris—lips stretched around Lor's shaft, cheeks flushed, eyes lost in lust.
Something old and dangerous flared in Vela's chest, a spark of possessiveness and desire that made her breath hitch.
"Move," she said, softer this time, her voice low and commanding.
Instead of shoving, she leaned forward, her lips brushing Maris's in a hungry, possessive kiss, their mouths crushing together over Lor's slick shaft.
Maris gasped, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, saliva and precum mixing as their tongues tangled, a messy collision of heat and need.
The sight—two women kissing hungrily, their lips brushing his throbbing cock—made Lor groan, his hips twitching, his hands tightening in their hair.
