Gabrielle's mouth felt like a furnace wrapped in silk around my cock.
The heat of it was almost overwhelming, like every inch of me was being swallowed into a wet, molten heaven. It wasn't just good—it was the kind of sensation that made my spine tingle and my hips want to move on their own.
Meanwhile, Rose and Irene were both wrapped around my fingers, sucking on them as if they were savoring the taste.
Their tongues moved lazily and yet purposefully, dragging over my skin in long, sticky strokes. Every little flick and press against my knuckles sent a pulse of heat shooting through me, making it impossible to ignore how good it felt. The warmth, the slickness… the way their lips sealed around my fingers so tightly—it was intoxicating.
I gave in to the urge to thrust deeper into Gabrielle's mouth, pushing in just enough to feel the back of her throat flex around me before I pulled out.
