The air in the room was thick and heavy, charged with a primal electricity. There was no need for words to describe the state of their bodies, the slick, glistening evidence of their arousal was a silent, potent testament to their desire.
Both Emma and Zoe were laid bare, their most intimate selves exposed and yearning, pink and wet and ready to be filled.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Julian fnally freed himself from his trousers. His erection sprang forth, fully erect and throbbing, a stark symbol of his own pent-up need.
The reaction from the two women was immediate, yet perfectly reflected their natures.
Emma's golden eyes widened, a sharp, excited gasp catching in her throat, "Ah...! Julian...!" she breathed out, her voice a mixture of awe and hunger.
Her body seemed to arch towards him instinctively, her small hands reaching out, not to touch him, but to hover in the air as if drawn by a magnetic force, her entire being focused on the sight before her.
