Stan guided Maya and Sophie deeper into the suite, his hands never leaving the soft, generous curves of their hips. His palms rested low, fingers splaying possessively over the plump, yielding flesh of their asses.
With every step the silky fabric of their dresses shifted, and he felt the warm, heavy bounce and subtle ripple of their cheeks under his touch, supple, firm, and endlessly inviting.
The three of them moved in a close, intimate cluster, the girls pressed against either side of him, their soft breasts brushing his bare arms with every step.
