Dripping Tease

Presley and Zoie flanked Drew on the oversized couch, their bodies pressed close like a perfectly coordinated trap. "You always get this flustered when we both show up at once," Presley purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his thigh. Zoie laughed, sharp and bright. "Flustered? He's practically vibrating. What's the matter, Drew—two women too much for that quick wit of yours?"

Drew smirked, trying to play it cool. "Just wondering which of you is going to crack first and admit you planned this ambush." Presley leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "Planned? Honey, we improvise. And right now I'm improvising how long we can keep you right here before you beg."

Zoie shifted, her leg draping over his, her hand joining Presley's on his other thigh. "Begging sounds promising. But let's see what we've got to work with first." Their teasing touches grew bolder, nails grazing higher, voices overlapping in witty jabs about his restraint—or lack thereof. Presley suddenly paused, eyes dropping. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips. "Well, well. Someone's cock is already hard and straining. Impressive timing, Drew."

Zoie glanced down and chuckled. "Told you he couldn't handle us. Come on, big guy—bedroom. Now." They didn't wait for permission. Presley grabbed his hand, Zoie the other, pulling him down the hall with commanding ease. Once inside, they shoved him onto the bed and stripped with confident grace, strong bodies glistening under the low light.

"On your knees," Presley ordered, spreading her legs at the edge of the mattress. "Start with my pussy—make it wet and dripping before you even think about anything else." Drew obeyed, tongue working eagerly as Zoie watched, fingers teasing her own ass. "Good boy. Now switch—my turn. And don't slack." Their moans filled the air, panting and horny, as he alternated between their slick folds. Sweat beaded on skin; the room grew thick with heat.

Presley suddenly pulled back, biting her lip. "Fuck, I have to pee." Zoie grinned, eyes flashing with mischief. "Then make him drink it. He's already down there—why waste it?" The command hung heavy, promising an explosive release neither would let him escape.