Ross leaned over Nina briefly, capturing her lips in a scorching kiss that made her shiver, before returning his attention to Carrie.
His hands glided over her body, teasing, stroking, flicking her clit with expert precision.
Carrie's breathing hitched, her hips bucking into his fingers as she tried desperately to chase release, but Ross was relentless in his timing, pulling back just when she felt she would explode.
Ross, seeing the raw desire in both women, chuckled low in satisfaction.
He was in complete control, orchestrating their pleasure, their frustration, their surrender.
And he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"Come fuck me now, Ross. I can't wait anymore," Carrie moaned, her tone dripping with need.
Her hungry eyes never left his, pupils dilated as if she were intoxicated by him.
Her hands kneaded her breasts greedily, tugging on her nipples until they ached.
