With a shared, knowing smile, they freed him, pulling the boxers away to let his cock spring free—thick, veined, and rock-hard, standing proud in the cool night air. It was impressive, the length curving slightly upward, the head swollen and glistening. Seraphina licked her lips, her hand wrapping around the base first, feeling the heat of him pulse against her palm.
"God, Xavier," she whispered, her voice thick with lust, "you're even bigger than I remembered. So hot, so ready for us."
Celene's hand joined hers, their fingers intertwining around his shaft, stroking gently at first, up and down in a slow rhythm that made him groan. The sensation was electric—two sets of soft, warm hands enveloping him, their grips firm yet tender, exploring every ridge and vein.
