Their hands traced every inch: the broad expanse of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the powerful lines of his arms and shoulders.
Stan was living the dream, every touch was slow, deliberate, full of love and lingering desire. They kissed him often, Sophie pressing soft kisses to his jaw and collarbone, Maya nipping playfully at his ear while she worked.
Eventually their hands converged lower.
Maya's sponge dropped away first. She reached beneath the water and wrapped her soft fingers around the base of his cock, which had already begun to harden from their attention.
Sophie's hand joined her a moment later, sliding up to encircle the thick shaft just below the head.
Together they stroked him, slow, coordinated movements in the warm, soapy water. The pleasure was immense...
"Fuck…" Stan groaned, hips twitching involuntarily. The water made everything incredibly slick.
