In the glow of the living room lamps, Presley and Zoie curled around Drew on the oversized couch, their legs draped over his with deliberate pressure. "You look flushed already, Drew," Zoie purred, her nails grazing his thigh. "Thinking you can keep up with us? Cute." Presley chuckled sharply, pressing closer. "He's trying so hard to play cool, but that little twitch says otherwise. What's the matter, big guy—our bodies making you weak?"
Drew shifted under their weight, but the women held firm, their laughter light yet commanding. "No squirming away," Presley added, her voice laced with wit. "We're the ones setting the pace tonight. You just sit there and take it." Zoie leaned in, whispering against his ear, "Bet you'd love a blowjob right now, wouldn't you? Too bad we're not that easy."
Presley's hand brushed lower, and her eyes sparkled with discovery. "Well, well—someone's cock is hard. Rock hard, actually. Time to stop teasing and start pleasing. Bedroom. Now." They rose together, strong and unyielding, guiding him down the hall with playful shoves and knowing smirks.
Once inside, they shed layers with confidence, positioning him on his knees. "Lick my pussy," Zoie ordered, spreading her legs. "Make it wet and dripping before you even think about anything else." Presley followed suit, her tone firm. "And don't neglect mine—get that tongue deep. We're horny, and you're here to fix it." Drew complied under their direction, the room filling with their panting as their pussies grew slick against his mouth. Sweat beaded on his skin while they ground against him, asses flexing with control.
"I have to pee," Presley announced suddenly, her voice steady. Zoie grinned wickedly, gripping Drew's hair. "Just make him drink it. Every drop— he'll swallow like the good boy he is."
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