The dual sensation was absolutely perfect. It was a great contrast of soft and firm.
Serika's small, pink tongue traced delicate, worshipful patterns around the sensitive ridge of his cock head, while Hydra's more assertive mouth suckled and teased, her sharp teeth occasionally grazing his skin in a way that sent jolts of electricity straight to his core.
Jax's hands found their way into their hair, one hand tangling in Serika's soft locks, the other gripping Hydra's thick, emerald hair. He guided them with a gentle pressure that they both immediately understood and obeyed.
"Good girls," he groaned, his voice a low, husky rumble of approval, "Just like that."
His praise was like fuel to a fire. Serika, emboldened, took him deeper into her mouth, her lips stretching around his impressive girth.
