Marisâs face burned, her lips parting as she pumped him slowly, her eyes fixed on the way his cock throbbed under her touch, fascinated by the weight in her hand.
Precum beaded at his tip, slicking their strokes, making the slide of their fingers wet and obscene.
Marisâs thumb brushed across the head almost by accident, smearing the slickness, and Lor groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.
Her eyes fluttered, the raw, needy sound shooting straight between her thighs, her panties already damp beneath her skirt.
"It feels weirdly good but... is it supposed to be this rough...," Lor murmured, his voice low and hot, his eyes flicking between them, catching the flush on their faces.
"Yes!," Vela snapped, but her hand tightened, pumping faster, her breath coming quicker as she watched Marisâs delicate fingers work alongside her own.
Maris glanced up through her lashes, her lips parted, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and desire. "Maybe we should... taste..."
Vela froze, her glare snapping to Maris, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you insane?"
But Maris was already leaning down, drawn by a need older than shame, her breath warm against Lorâs cock.
Her lips brushed the head, tentative at first, then bolder, the salty, musky taste hitting her tongue like a revelation.
She moaned faintly, a soft, broken sound, and wrapped her mouth around him, her lips stretching to take the thick head, her tongue swirling against the slick tip.
Lor groaned, his head tilting back, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.
"Gods auntie..." His voice was rough, strained with pleasure, his cock throbbing in her warm, wet mouth.
"Gods, Maris..." Vela muttered, unlike Lor her voice a mix of exasperation and heat, but her own breath came faster, her eyes locked on the sight of her friendâs lips stretched around Lorâs cock.
The raw hunger in Marisâs moans, the way her cheeks hollowed as she suckedâit lit a fire low in Velaâs belly, a heat she hadnât felt in years.
She cursed under her breath, then dropped to her knees beside Maris, her movements sharp and decisive.
"Move," she growled, pushing Marisâs head down the shaft, guiding her deeper until Maris gagged softly, drool sliding down her chin, her brown eyes watering but hungry.
Velaâs own mouth hovered for a moment, her breath hot against the base of Lorâs cock, then wrapped around it as soon as Maria pulled back, sucking hungrily, her lips brushing Marisâs as they worked him in tandem.
The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their mouthsâsloppy, desperate, a symphony of need.
Lorâs hands sank into their hair, one in Marisâs soft brunette waves, the other in Velaâs cropped green strands, groaning as two mouths devoured himâone soft and eager, the other strong and ravenous.
"Thought you hadnât done this in years," Lor panted, his hips twitching into their mouths, his cock throbbing under the dual assault.
Vela pulled off with a slick
pop
, her smirk sharp despite the flush on her cheeks.
"I warned you donât be cocky, brat," she muttered, her voice rough with arousal as she licked her lips, tasting him.
Maris flushed deeper but didnât stop, her tongue swirling around the head, her moans vibrating down his shaft, her hands sliding up his thighs to steady herself.
Her blouse hung open, her breasts swaying as she leaned forward, the lace of her bra barely containing them.
Lor stroked Velaâs cheek, then Marisâs, his voice low and hot, dripping with praise.
"Youâve both got no idea how fucking sexy you look like this, aunties."
Vela froze, her green eyes flashing up at him, a spark of defiance in her gaze.
But instead of lashing out, she shuddered, her body betraying her.
It had been yearsâyears without a manâs touch, years without feeling wanted, desired,
claimed
.
And now, even if he was just a manipulative brat, Lorâs cock filled her mouth, his voice filled her head, and her body didnât care about pride or shame.
Maris moaned louder, sucking greedily, her lips stretching wider, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper.
Velaâs hand slid between her own legs, her fingers brushing the damp fabric of her shorts, her breath hitching as she gave in to the heat building inside her.
Lor grinned, thrusting gently between their lips, savoring the wet heat, the desperate hunger in their movements.
"This is so hot," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Gods, youâre wet already, arenât you?"
Vela growled against his shaft, but her fingers pressed harder between her thighs, her shorts darkening with her arousal.
Marisâs moans grew louder, her tongue working faster, her body trembling with need.
The kitchen floor was slick with sweat and spit, the tiles glistening under the morning light that poured through the open window.
Vela pulled her mouth off Lorâs cock with a wet
pop
, wiping drool from her chin with the back of her hand, her green eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and hunger.
Maris was still wrapped around the head of his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked greedily, her brown eyes glassy with a desperate need that made Lorâs pulse race.
"Fuck, Maris," Vela muttered, her voice rough with a mix of exasperation and arousal. "Youâre acting like youâve starved."
Maris moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt through Lorâs core.
She
had
starved of a real cockâtheir fingers and toys her only solace, muffled cries into her pillow as she chased a release that never quite satisfied.
Now, Lorâs cock pulsed heavy against her tongue, hot and alive, filling her mouth with a weight sheâd forgotten she craved.
She couldnât stop, her lips stretching wider, her tongue swirling, tasting the salty musk of him as her body trembled with need.
Lor shuddered, his hands tangling in their hairânot to guide, not to command, but to hold on, his fingers sinking into Velaâs cropped green strands and Marisâs soft brunette waves.