They kept going without pause, the wet, rhythmic sounds of their mouths filling the quiet bedroom. Sophie took him deep again, throat relaxing around the thick invasion until her lips brushed the base.
She held him there, swallowing deliberately so the tight muscles milked him in slow pulses. When she finally pulled back, a thick strand of saliva connected her swollen lips to the flushed head of his cock.
Maya immediately claimed him, her tongue flat and hot as she licked a long stripe up the underside before sucking the head with firm, focused pressure. "Gods, Stan… you're throbbing so hard against my tongue," she whispered between wet pulls. "I can feel how close you are. Give it to us. We want every drop."
Sophie stroked the spit-slick shaft with both hands while Maya worked the tip, her thumbs rubbing the sensitive ridge beneath the head.
