"Oh… feels so perfect," Janet sighed, "I want taste you too…"
Priya echoed with a breathy giggle, "He's so warm… so gentle to his sirens…"—feeling the shared sensation ripple through them, throats warming, mouths watering, bodies humming with echoed pleasure as their cunts clenched and leaked in sympathy.
He moved—long, deep strokes into Patricia's mouth, hand cradling the back of her head, thumb stroking her cheek tenderly.
"My golden siren," he murmured, voice warm with love, "you take me so beautifully—look at you, so eager, so perfect." Patricia's eyes sparkled, a delighted laugh vibrating around him—soft, happy—as milk beaded and fell from her breasts in quiet drops.
Then he guided Janet forward, helping her rise gently, fingers brushing her tear-damp cheeks with reverence as she took him in.
"My radiant beauty," he whispered, "you feel like home."
