Sophie and Maya worked in seamless rhythm, pressing their breasts together and rolling them up and down his length in slow, deliberate strokes.
The soft, heavy flesh squeezed him from base to tip, the friction slick with saliva and the remnants of his earlier release.
Every upward glide made the flushed head of his cock peek out from between the soft mounds; every downward stroke buried him again in warm, pillowy heat.
Sophie leaned in and swirled her tongue around the exposed tip whenever it emerged, licking slow, wet circles over the sensitive head.
"Feel that, baby?" she purred against him. "Our tits wrapped around you… so soft and tight. You look so good sliding between us."
Maya took her turn next, dragging the flat of her tongue over the underside of the head before sucking just the tip into her mouth for a brief, wet pull.
"Mmm… you're so thick between our breasts," she whispered, voice husky. "I love the way you throb when we squeeze you like this."
