Despite their comments, Luca ignored them all.
He was too busy admiring his handiwork.
The four glistening cunts lined up before him, each one coated in a blend of arousal and Leona's essence.
He dragged his fingers from Lulu's pussy all the way up to Leona's, tracing a slow line through the wetness, and every single woman moaned as he passed over them.
"Ahh!♡~"
"Nooo!♡~"
"That tickles!♡~"
"Nnnnn!♡~"
He did it again. And again. Up and down, like he was playing an instrument, each woman producing a different note—a gasp, a whimper, a sharp inhale, a breathless laugh.
It was music to his ears.
When he was satisfied that they were evenly coated, slick and ready, he pulled back and admired his work.
Four women, two generations of the same family, stacked and presented and dripping with anticipation.
Luca kneeled over them like a wolf surveying its prey, his massive cock throbbing with anticipation.
But just as he was about to ask who he should slide his cock first—
