He fucked them for an hour.
The full hour.
Not with the frantic energy of a man racing toward a finish — with the measured, devastating patience of a man who knew exactly how long bodies could be kept on the edge before they stopped begging for release and started simply existing inside it.
Alternating.
Always alternating.
His cock moving from Sugar to Nano and back with the efficient rotation of a man distributing attention evenly, never favoring one long enough for the other to cool — both pussies staying slick and swollen and clenching, both women's minds dissolving past the point of coherent thought into the simple, helpless experience of being perpetually, relentlessly filled and emptied.
Nano lost count of her own orgasms somewhere in the middle.
'The third one,' she thought dimly, 'or the fourth— I don't know— my pussy keeps— it keeps coming without me deciding to— my body is doing it on its own now— his cock knows my walls better than I do—'
