The tip emerged at the top of the gap, level with their chins.
Vivienne's ringed nipples pressed into the side of Jenny's chest, the rings cold from the shower water, leaving small indentations in Jenny's skin wherever they pressed.
He looked down at it.
"Move."
They moved in unison.
Up and down. The combined press of both women's chests sliding along his full length in one continuous, wet, slick motion, the shower water keeping the friction close to nothing, every ridge of his cock dragging against eight square inches of pressed female breast simultaneously.
The sensation was different from anything else the night had offered.
Not about depth or tightness or impact.
Just warmth. Encompassing, soft, total warmth on every surface at once, two women's chests wrapped around him in a configuration that had no analogue in anything the night had previously done.
His hands stayed on his thighs.
No grip. No direction.
He watched.
