The friction was perfect now—hot, slippery, relentless—Lor’s cock trapped between their oiled cheeks, pulsing with every move, his pre-cum mixing with the lotion, making the slide even slicker.
"Fuck," Lor groaned, his hands gripping the sheets, his hips bucking slightly, his hazel eyes half-lidded with a tingling sensation, his cock throbbing painfully as their asses worked him in tandem.
Sophia’s cheeks flushed deeper, her small breasts heaving, her pussy dripping into her panties as she tried to find a rhythm, grinding harder, her tight ass sliding against his shaft.
Lia’s generous chest bounced with each movent, her green eyes glinting with a mix of nerves and arousal, her plush ass jiggling as she pressed closer, their cheeks bumping and sliding, the oil making every motion a wet, sensual dance.
"Gods, this feels... weirdly good," Lia muttered, her voice breathy, her pussy throbbing harder as she ground against him.
The grind was ssy—slippery, off-rhythm, utterly amateur.
Their slick cheeks slid past each other, Sophia’s tight, pale ass bumping against Lia’s plush, freckled curves, the glossy oil squelching faintly between them as they struggled to align.
Lor’s cock twitched violently, trapped between two glistening asses that refused to cooperate, the lavender and vanilla oils making every movent slick but chaotic.
"Wait, wait—ugh—you’re going forward when I go back," Sophia hissed, adjusting her posture, her petite fra rigid with concentration, her blue eyes narrowed, her small breasts heaving under her pale pink cotton bra, her pussy throbbing faintly under her panties as she tried to find a rhythm.
"I am going back!" Lia shot back, her voice breathy, her green eyes rolling slightly as she wiggled her hips, her generous chest bouncing in her dark green lace bra, her plush thighs trembling, her pussy tingling with reluctant arousal. "You’re doing these tiny little butt spasms like you’re trying to clench that hole of yours."
"Excuse ?!" Sophia’s cheeks flad, her blush trailing down her chest, her small breasts rising sharply, her pussy pulsing harder as embarrassnt mixed with desire. "I’m trying! This is insane!"
"Just stop complaining and grind!" Lor groaned, his hips bucking upward instinctively, his cock sliding between their cheeks, the slick, oiled pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through him like lightning in his spine, his hazel eyes half-lidded with hunger.
The oil was doing its work now, the lavender and vanilla scents saturating the air, making every slide smooth and decadent.
His cock slipped effortlessly through the crack between them, the tight press of Sophia’s small, pale cheeks and Lia’s plush, freckled curves creating a delicious pressure that made his breath hitch, his cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum dripping down the shaft.
Lia leaned forward, her hands on his thighs for balance, her full breasts hanging like ripe fruit in her lace bra, nipples hardening against the fabric as she found a better rhythm—slow, deep pushes that rubbed the full width of her cheeks around the thick length of his cock, her pussy soaking her panties with each grind.
Sophia followed, mimicking the movent, her smaller backside adding an extra layer of tension as her slick, oiled skin dragged across his shaft in counterpoint to Lia’s curves, her pussy throbbing harder, her panties wedged tight between her cheeks, outlining her swollen lips.
Lor’s eyes fluttered, his lean fra tensing. "Fuck. That’s it... keep going..." His voice was rough, his hands gripping the sheets, his cock pulsing with every slippery grind.
Their hips began to move in tandem now—grinding slowly, then faster, creating a wet, filthy rhythm as their asses trapped his cock perfectly between them, the tip peeking out now and then, slick with pre-cum and shimring lavender oil.
Sophia’s breath hitched as she felt the heat of it sliding between her cheeks, the hard length brushing just under the edge of her panties, teasing her pussy through the fabric, her thighs squeezing tighter, her small breasts heaving with each motion.
"I can feel it pulsing," Lia breathed, biting her lip, her freckled skin glowing with sweat and oil, her plush ass working harder now, practically bouncing against Sophia’s tighter cheeks, her pussy dripping into her green lace panties as they moved, the slick sounds filling the room.
Lor’s hands slid up their backs, one on each girl, guiding, gripping, claiming—their skin warm and slick under his fingers, and they let him, lost in the obscene pressure of the mont, their pussies throbbing with reluctant arousal.
The bed creaked, their moans mixing with the wet squelch of oiled flesh, the air heavy with desire.
"This is so—fuck—so perverted," Sophia whispered, her blue eyes unfocused, her pussy soaked now, her rhythm shaky but relentless as she ground harder, her small ass sliding against his shaft.
Lor’s groans grew louder, his cock throbbing violently, his voice tight. "Keep going... you’re close. Just like that. Don’t stop—"
Their grinding turned frantic, their panty-clad asses clapping together in a faster rhythm, the squish of oil and heat rising to a ssy crescendo.
Lia’s moans turned breathless, her plush thighs trembling, her generous chest bouncing wildly.
Sophia’s eyes squeezed shut, her lips parted, her pussy dripping into her panties, her small breasts heaving with each desperate grind.
And then—
Lor bucked up with a strangled gasp, his hands gripping both their waists tight, fingers digging into their slick skin.
Thick, hot ropes of cum shot between their oiled cheeks, spurting across their panties, ass dimples, and backs, his cock jerking wildly as he ca hard, spilling into the press of their grinding flesh, the lavender and vanilla oils mixing with his release in a filthy, glistening ss.
Lia gasped, her green eyes wide, her pussy throbbing as she felt the warmth of his cum against her skin.
Sophia yelped, her blue eyes snapping open, her pussy pulsing harder as the sticky heat sared across her cheeks.
His cock twitched one last ti between their slippery, ruined asses, the room falling silent save for their panting breaths and the faint hum of the wards.
And in the thick silence that followed, Lia’s voice ca—soft, breathless, "...That counts, right?"
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