The scent of carnations hung heavy in the air as I opened the door – a pungent mix of sweat and a sweet perfume I couldn’t place. It was two in the morning, I just wanted to get some water. But my hand froze on the handle when I saw Lena and Marie on the bed, naked, intertwined, their skin glistening in the dim streetlight. Marie’s hand was between Lena’s legs, her fingers moving slowly, and Lena’s head was tilted back, her mouth slightly open.
“Come in, Felix,” Lena said without lifting her head. Her voice was hoarse but clear, as if she’d been waiting for this moment. Her fingers clawed into the sheets as Marie’s hand wandered deeper.
I hesitated. Marie looked up, her eyes dark, wide. “We missed you.” A smile, shy yet demanding. She pulled her hand out of Lena’s cunt, slowly, a thread of moisture stretching between her fingers.
My pulse hammered. I closed the door. The latch clicked, a soft sound breaking the silence. I felt my cock harden in my pants, pressing against the fabric.
“Get undressed,” Marie whispered, her voice trembling, but her hands steady as she pulled my T-shirt over my head. The fabric brushed my skin, then her fingertips – a fleeting touch on my belly that made me shiver. My nipples hardened under her gaze.
Lena unbuckled my belt, slowly, almost reverently. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the button. I helped her push the jeans over my hips while Marie explored my chest, her flat hands gliding, her nails leaving fine, burning trails. The zipper hummed, the jeans fell to the floor. My boxers strained over the bulge.
“Lie down.” I obeyed, falling onto my back, my head on her pillow. Above me, Marie’s face, her hair falling like a curtain. She smelled of sweat and a sweet perfume, unfamiliar, intoxicating. Her breasts hung over me, nipples hard and dark.
Her lips touched my neck, hesitant, then demanding. Her breath, warm and quick, as she worked her way down to my chest. Her tongue played with my nipple, first one, then the other, a wet circling that made me groan. At the same time, Lena took my hand and placed it on her thigh – smooth, hot. Her skin burned under my fingers.
I let my hand slide higher, over the gentle mound of her pubic bone, meeting the wet triangle. She spread her legs, a silent invitation. My fingers slid into the slit, feeling the heat, the moisture. She was wet, dripping wet. Her cunt opened under my touch, the lips swollen and ready.
Marie closed her lips around my nipple, her tongue circling slowly, while her hand wandered down my belly. She grasped my cock, stiff and hard, the foreskin retracted, the glans bare and sensitive. She played with it, a gentle rubbing that made me twitch. “So hard,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.
I buried two fingers in Lena’s cunt, feeling her tighten around me. She moaned, pressing against my hand. Her juice ran over my fingers, warm and sticky. I found her clit, a hard pearl, and rubbed it with my thumb. She arched up, her hands grabbing the sheets.
“Yes, right there,” she panted, her voice breaking. Her hips moved against my hand, a rhythmic thrusting. I felt her muscles tense, trembling toward release.
Marie leaned forward, her lips enveloping my glans, a wet, warm feeling that took my breath away. Her tongue circled the sensitive tip, then she slid deeper, taking me fully into her mouth. I groaned loudly, burying one hand in Lena’s curly hair, the other in Marie’s.
It was overwhelming. Two women, each in her own way. Lena demanding, pressing against my fingers, while Marie indulged me with a devotion that drove me crazy. Her mouth worked up and down, a wet, sucking sound filling the room. Her tongue found the most sensitive spot under the glans, and I felt the wave building.
“Not yet,” I gasped, but Marie laughed softly, a vibration on my cock. “Yes,” she said and sped up. She took me deeper, until her lips touched the shaft, her throat closing around the glans. I felt the tension explode inside me, the semen shooting into her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation, her tongue licking me clean until the last drop was gone.
When I could see clearly again, Marie lay beside me, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. Lena knelt over me, smiling. “That was just the beginning,” she said, exchanging a glance with Marie. She leaned forward, her lips touching mine, a kiss that tasted of me and Marie.
“Now it’s your turn,” Marie whispered. They turned, positioning themselves over me, back to back. Lena lowered herself onto my face, her thighs pressing against my cheeks, while Marie bent over my hips. I felt Lena’s wet warmth over my mouth, her scent, intense, intoxicating. My tongue found its way, tasting, exploring. The lips were swollen, the clit protruding, a hard pearl. I circled it with the tip of my tongue, feeling her twitch.
She moaned as I hit the spot that made her tremble. “Oh yes, right there,” she panted, her fingers clawing into my hair. I dove deeper, my tongue sliding into her cunt, tasting the juice flowing from her. Salty, sweet, like her.
At the same time, Marie’s mouth enveloped me again, this time deeper, more demanding. My cock was hard again, pulsing, ready. She took me all the way, her throat opening, while her hand cupped my balls, squeezing gently. I was trapped between them, their rhythm building, driving me on. I focused on Lena, her reactions, her trembling, her hand in my hair pushing me harder.
She came with a stifled cry, her muscles contracting, her juice flowing over my face as she pressed against me. I kept licking her through her climax until she slackened and rolled aside.
Marie felt it, paused briefly, whispered something unintelligible. Then she took me back into her mouth, with more force. Her tongue swirled around the glans, her lips sucked. I was close, too close, but I wanted to feel her first. I grabbed her hips, turned her over, knelt over her. She lay on her back, legs spread, her cunt open and wet, looking up at me.
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