Their hands never stopped—overlapping at times, one stroking while the other sucked, the dual stimulation making his balls ache with building pressure.
Thoughts overwhelmed him: how their nightgowns accentuated their figures, the enormous breasts bouncing slightly with their movements, the black hair framing faces lost in ecstasy. He felt empowered, their eagerness fueling his dominance, emotions of deep lust intertwined with a surprising tenderness—these women weren't just bodies; they were his, in every sense.
