Sophie curled against his left side, her bare breasts pressing warmly against his arm, while Maya slid closer on his right, her crimson nightgown slipping further down one shoulder.
Maya's eyes gleamed with heat and mischief as she climbed over him, straddling his hips. Her hands braced on his chest as she looked down at him, then glanced at Sophie.
"I'm riding him first," Maya declared softly, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and playful possessiveness. She reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his still-hard cock and giving it a slow stroke.
Sophie's cheeks flushed deep pink. She nodded shyly, then turned her face away, pressing it into the sheets beside Stan's shoulder as if she could hide there. Her fingers curled into the fabric.
Stan noticed immediately. He reached out and gently tilted Sophie's chin up.
"Why the shy look?" he asked, his voice low and curious.
Maya watching from the side blushed as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Stan's hips.
