AZRAEL
The room smells like sweat and perfume, a mix that usually gets my blood pumping. Right now, it just feels… empty.
Two women are all over me, their hands sliding over my skin, their mouths leaving warm, wet trails. One is kissing my neck, the other whispering something dirty in my ear.
I'm not hearing it.
Lena—or is it Linda? Laura? I don't care. She's arched over me, one thigh hooked by my head, her hips grinding down against my hand.
I can feel how wet she is through her slick folds as my fingers work her in slow circles. Her moans are like a broken record, and her fingers twist in my hair, pulling hard.
Below me, the other woman has me buried deep inside her. Her back is arched as she meets each of my thrusts with a sharp jerk of her hips.
Her nails dig into my lower back, a sharp sting that mixes with the deep feeling of being inside her.
It's a perfect, filthy setup. My fingers sliding in and out of Lesley, while Lady Two's tight heat grips my cock.
