Amber went first. Her experienced body was a sinful beacon for her wide-eyed charges. She straddled Aiden's hips with predatory grace.
Her slick folds parted as she gripped his throbbing length, guiding the swollen head to her dripping entrance.
She sank down inch by torturous inch. Her velvet walls stretched around his girth like a glove too tight to deny. A long, throaty moan ripped from her lips as she bottomed out, fully impaled.
"Ahhh... so 'thick', sisters... watch closely... 'feel' how he 'fills' every aching inch of me..."
Her inner muscles clenched greedily, hot and soaked. She began to rock slow and deliberate—hips circling in lazy, hypnotic swirls.
Her full tits bounced softly, nipples hardening into peaks under the chamber's flickering candlelight.
Amber's green eyes locked onto Elara and Liora's flushed faces. Her voice was a husky command, laced with wicked delight.
"This is what you've denied yourselves for so long... the 'fire' your vows tried to smother.
