With a shared, knowing smile, they freed him, pulling the boxers away to let his cock spring free—thick, veined, and rock-hard, standing proud in the cool night air. It was impressive, the length curving slightly upward, the head swollen and glistening. Seraphina licked her lips, her hand wrapping around the base first, feeling the heat of him pulse against her palm.

"God, Xavier," she whispered, her voice thick with lust, "you're even bigger than I remembered. So hot, so ready for us."

Celene's hand joined hers, their fingers intertwining around his shaft, stroking gently at first, up and down in a slow rhythm that made him groan. The sensation was electric—two sets of soft, warm hands enveloping him, their grips firm yet tender, exploring every ridge and vein.

Xavier's head fell back slightly, his eyes half-lidded as waves of pleasure coursed through him. It felt like fire and silk combined, their touches sending jolts straight to his core, making his balls tighten with anticipation.

Seraphina leaned in first, her black hair brushing against his thigh as she pressed a kiss to the underside of his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty skin.

Then, she took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around the head, sucking gently at first. The warmth of her mouth was intoxicating—wet, velvety, enveloping him like a glove tailored just for him.

She hummed softly, the vibration traveling up his length, making his knees weaken. Inside her mouth, he felt immense, the ridges of her palate brushing against his sensitive tip as she swirled her tongue around it, savoring the flavor of his pre-cum.

Her hand continued to stroke the base, twisting slightly with each pump, her enormous breasts pressing against his legs, the soft weight of them adding to the sensory overload.

Xavier's hand tangled in her hair, not guiding but encouraging, his fingers threading through the silky strands.

"Fuck, Seraphina... your mouth feels like heaven," he murmured, his voice strained with pleasure. Every suck pulled at him, drawing out more of that building tension, his hips twitching involuntarily toward her.

Celene watched with hungry eyes, her own hand still stroking whatever Seraphina couldn't take, feeling the slickness build as saliva dripped down.

"My turn," she said softly, her voice laced with eagerness. Seraphina pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her eyes gleaming as she passed him to her companion.

Celene wasted no time, her lips parting to take him in deeper, her mouth hotter, tighter somehow, as if molded for this moment. She bobbed her head slowly, taking more of him each time, her tongue pressing flat against the underside, tracing the throbbing vein that ran along his length.

In her mouth, he felt the perfect balance of suction and glide—her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, creating a vacuum that made stars burst behind his eyelids.

Her hand cupped his balls gently, rolling them in her palm, feeling their heaviness, the way they drew up with each pull of her lips. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pressure and release that had him gasping.

Xavier's world narrowed to the two women before him, their black hair mingling as they leaned in close, their nightgowns slipping slightly to reveal more of their luscious figures. Seraphina's hand replaced Celene's on his shaft, stroking in time with her sucks, her fingers slick with their combined saliva.

"You taste so good," Celene moaned around him, the words muffled but clear in their intent, sending vibrations that made his cock twitch deeper in her throat.

They took turns seamlessly, as if they'd rehearsed this dance of desire. Seraphina would suck him deep, her throat relaxing to take him almost to the hilt, the gagging sounds she made only heightening his arousal—the wet, choking warmth making him feel powerful, desired beyond measure.

Then Celene would take over, her approach more teasing, licking long stripes from base to tip before engulfing him, her teeth grazing ever so lightly to add a spark of edge to the pleasure.

Their hands never stopped, one always stroking while the other sucked, their enormous breasts bouncing slightly with their movements, the nightgowns now damp with sweat and desire, clinging transparently to their skin.

Xavier's feelings were a whirlwind—each mouth brought a new layer of ecstasy. Seraphina's was intense, demanding, pulling at his soul with every swallow, making him feel like he was on the edge of exploding.

Celene's was playful yet profound, her tongue exploring every inch, coaxing out moans he couldn't suppress. The alternation kept him teetering, building the pressure in his core without letting it crest too soon.

Lustful thoughts flooded his mind: how perfect they were together, how their bodies called to him, how he wanted to bury himself in them, claim them both until they screamed his name.

But they weren't done. As Celene pulled back, gasping for air, her lips swollen and shiny, Seraphina stood, pulling Celene with her. They pressed against him, their bodies molding to his, enormous breasts crushing against his chest through the thin fabric.

"We want more," Seraphina whispered, her hand still on his cock, stroking lazily. "All of you."

They guided him to the bed, pushing him down onto the soft sheets. The moonlight danced on their skin as they shed their nightgowns, revealing their full glory—curves that begged to be touched, black hair tumbling free, nipples hard and dark against pale skin.

Seraphina straddled his face first, her wet pussy hovering above his mouth, the scent of her arousal intoxicating.

"Taste me, Xavier," she commanded, lowering herself as Celene positioned herself over his cock, sinking down slowly.

The feeling of Celene enveloping him was pure bliss—her walls tight, hot, and slick, gripping him like a vice as she rode him.

Inch by inch, she took him, her enormous breasts swaying with each movement, her black hair whipping as she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Oh god, you're filling me so perfectly," she moaned, her hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging in just enough to sting sweetly.

Xavier's tongue delved into Seraphina, lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness—musky and addictive, her juices coating his chin as she ground against him. Her thighs quivered around his head, her lustful cries filling the room.

"Yes, just like that... don't stop." His hands roamed, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer, while his hips thrust up into Celene, matching her rhythm.

They switched positions fluidly, Celene now on his face, her pussy dripping onto his tongue as he sucked her clit, feeling it swell under his attention.

Seraphina impaled herself on his cock, riding him harder, her walls fluttering around him, drawing him deeper. The sensations overlapped— the taste of one, the feel of the other, their moans harmonizing in a symphony of lust.

Thoughts raced through Xavier's mind: how their bodies fit him like puzzles pieces, how their enormous breasts felt in his hands as he reached up to knead them, pinching nipples that made them gasp. The room echoed with wet sounds, skin slapping, breaths ragged.

Seraphina came first, her body shuddering as she clenched around him, her cries muffled against Celene's lips as they kissed above him, black hair tangling.

Celene followed, grinding harder on his face, flooding him with her release, her thighs clamping tight.

Xavier couldn't hold back any longer—the build-up from their mouths, now this dual assault—his orgasm crashed over him, spilling deep inside Seraphina as she milked him, every pulse drawing out his pleasure until he was spent, breathless.

But the night was young. They collapsed beside him, bodies entwined, hands still exploring.

"We're not done starving," Celene teased, her fingers tracing his softening cock, already stirring it back to life.

Seraphina nodded, her eyes gleaming. "Round two?"

Xavier pulled them close, lost in their curves, their heat. The moonlight witnessed it all—their lustful reunion stretching into the dawn, bodies moving in endless waves of desire.

The moonlight continued to spill into the room like a silent voyeur, illuminating the tangled sheets and the three bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their first release.

Xavier lay on his back, chest heaving, his skin slick with sweat and the mingled essences of Seraphina and Celene. His cock, though momentarily softened, twitched with residual heat, already stirring under their teasing touches.

Seraphina and Celene flanked him, their naked forms pressed close—enormous breasts pillowed against his sides, black hair fanned out like dark halos on the pillows.

Their curves were a feast for his eyes and hands: wide hips that flared invitingly, thick thighs that promised to envelop him, and asses so full and round they begged to be gripped.

Celene's fingers traced lazy circles around his navel, dipping lower to brush the base of his shaft, coaxing it back to life.

"Mmm, Xavier," she purred, her voice a sultry rasp laced with need, "that was just the appetizer. We're still so hungry... aren't we, Seraphina?"

Her blue eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced at her companion, her enormous breasts rising and falling with quickened breaths, nipples still pebbled from their earlier ecstasy.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.