The Battle 3: Sweet Butts

Picture it: guy stretched out, already half-smiling, when this stacked vixen drops to her knees, presses those heavy tits around his cock and gives him that slow, slippery tittie-fuck. Her tongue keeps flicking out, hot and cheeky, just tasting the tip every time it peeks from her cleavage. Licks, pauses, grins—driving him crazy with lazy little laps. Then the door creaks and number two sneaks in, presses her warm palms on his chest and slides them down till she’s cupping his balls from behind. Gentle squeeze, a sneaky fingertip tracing the seam underneath, breath hot on the back of his neck. Two mouths now—one underneath licking up, the other still teasing the head—working like they planned it. They trade places every couple of strokes, tongues tangling at the ridge, spit everywhere, giggles when he bucks. When they finally pull off, cheeks flushed, one straddles and sinks down first, her tight, soaked cunt swallowing every inch. The other watches, fingers busy on her own clit. They swap back and forth, juices shining on his shaft, tits bouncing like a payoff in a porn. Guy’s toes curl. Pulse spikes. He grabs her hips and just unloads—thick, heavy ropes flooding whoever’s riding him last—spurt after spurt, enough to make them both moan while cum spills out around his cock.