Ross glanced down lazily, completely unbothered by their excitement.
"That's not my come, Chelsea. You really are naïve," he said with a faint smirk. "That's just my precome. My actual release is… significantly more than that."
Lea froze mid-stroke, staring at the glistening shaft that was now fully coated in slick fluid.
"Oh no…" she whispered. "He's right, Chelsea. This isn't enough. Not even close. We need to work harder."
Chelsea groaned, letting her head fall back for a moment. "Harder? How much harder can we go? This thing is like a giant oiled tree trunk!"
Lea didn't answer. She just tightened her grip and continued with renewed effort, determined not to let Chelsea outdo her.
After a long, tense moment, Chelsea squinted at Ross's lower body… and then her eyes lit up.
"Okay! I've got it!" she announced, shifting into a new position. "I'll work on his huge balls, and you stay on the cock, sis."
Lea blinked. "His… balls? But they're enormous, Chelsea."
