The air in the studio had become a suffocating, humid soup of pure, unadulterated sin. The rhythmic, wet percussion of the double teaming was relentless, a frantic symphony of "GLUCK... SCHLIP... SLURP... MMMM!" that seemed to vibrate the very walls.
Haruka and Ellie were a singular, coordinated force of nature, their mouths working in a desperate, hungry tandem to conquer the massive, dark monolith of Mike's cock.
As they worked, neither woman could keep her hands still. Their bodies were screaming for more, driven to the brink of madness by the sheer sensation of him.
Below the level of the bed, their legs were spread wide, and their fingers were buried deep in their own soaking, swollen folds.
"Schlick... squelch... schlick... mmm!"
