It splashed over their faces, tangled in their hair, and streamed down their delicate necks until their breasts and shoulders gleamed under the mess.
It was no exaggeration to say Ross gave them a bath; his release drenched them so thoroughly that the floor beneath was slick with what overflowed.
The sight was intoxicating—two breathtaking women, one dark-haired, one blonde, kneeling side by side, their faces and mouths overflowing with his essence.
Both were completely coated, yet neither looked ashamed.
On the contrary, Carrie moaned softly as she scooped some from her lips with her tongue, swallowing greedily.
Nina mirrored her, dragging her tongue along her chin, even licking from the corner of Carrie's mouth as though unwilling to waste a single drop.
They looked at each other through the veil of cum, and both broke into a sultry smile, their tongues briefly touching before they giggled breathlessly.
