Sasha dropped down to join Jess, their bodies framing me in a display of total submission. They moved with a synchronized, predatory grace, their eyes meeting for a split second before they went to work on me.
It became a relentless tag-team rhythm. Sasha took the lead, her mouth hot and wet as she slid down my length, only to pull back so Jess could take over, her tongue swirling around the head with a practiced, wicked intensity. The sound of their shared effort—the wet, rhythmic sliding and their heavy breathing—filled the silent studio.
"Don't forget the nuts," I growled, my hands buried in their hair, guiding them. "I want to feel both of you."
