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.

Seraphina nodded, her green eyes locked on Xavier's, dark with unquenched desire. She leaned in, her full lips brushing his ear. "Oh yes, darling. You filled me so good, but I need more. I need to feel you stretching me again, deep inside." Her hand joined Celene's, wrapping around his thickening cock, stroking it with firm, deliberate pumps that made him harden fully in their grasp.

The sensation was electric—velvety skin sliding over steel, their combined grips sending fresh waves of arousal through him. Lustful thoughts flooded Xavier's mind: how these two women, so perfectly matched in their beauty and hunger, were his to claim, their bodies yielding yet demanding, pulling him into a vortex of pleasure he never wanted to escape.

Xavier groaned, his hands roaming over their curves, squeezing the soft flesh of their hips.

"You two are insatiable," he murmured, his voice rough with renewed want.

But there was no complaint—only gratitude, as his cock pulsed eagerly in their hands, ready for whatever they craved next.

Celene smiled wickedly, swinging a leg over him to straddle his waist first, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of night.

Her enormous breasts hung heavy above him, swaying gently as she positioned herself, the heat from her pussy radiating against his skin.

"Insatiable? For you, always. Now, let me ride this big cock like the slut I am. I want to feel every inch pounding into me." She rubbed her slick folds along his length, coating him in her juices, teasing them both until he was slick and glistening.

Xavier's hands found her wide hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh, guiding her as she lifted slightly. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance, parting her lips, and with a gasp, she sank down slowly, inch by torturous inch.

The feeling inside her was exquisite—hot, wet walls enveloping him like a tight, silken sheath, gripping him possessively as she took him deeper.

Her pussy stretched around his thickness, the initial resistance giving way to a delicious fullness that made her inner muscles flutter.

"Oh fuck, Xavier," she moaned sluttily, her voice breaking with pleasure, "you're so big... splitting me open. I need it harder, deeper—please, give me more!"

As she began to ride him cowgirl style, her movements were fluid and rhythmic, rising and falling with a sensual grace that accentuated her voluptuous figure.

Her enormous breasts bounced hypnotically with each descent, the soft slap of skin against skin filling the room. Xavier's hands caressed her curves greedily—sliding up from her hips to cup those heavy orbs, thumbs circling her nipples, pinching just enough to make her arch her back.

He traced the dip of her waist, the flare of her ass, feeling the muscles tense and release under his palms as she ground down, circling her hips to rub her clit against his pubic bone.

From Xavier's perspective, the sensation was overwhelming—a velvet vice squeezing him rhythmically, her pussy milking him with every lift and drop. Heat built in his core, spreading like wildfire through his veins, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure that made his toes curl.

Lustful emotions surged: possessiveness, as he watched her face contort in ecstasy; adoration for her unbridled passion; and a raw, animalistic need to fill her completely.

"Celene... you're so tight, so perfect," he growled, his hips bucking up to meet her, driving deeper.

The way her walls clenched around him, rippling with her building orgasm, made him feel invincible, like he could fuck her forever.

Seraphina watched from the side, her hand between her thighs, fingers circling her clit as she bit her lip.

"Look at you, Celene, riding him like a desperate whore. Beg for it—tell him how much you need his cock." Her words were slutty encouragement, fueling the fire, her own enormous breasts heaving with envy and arousal.

Celene threw her head back, black hair whipping, her pace quickening.

"Yes! Xavier, fuck me harder—I beg you, pound this pussy. It's yours, all yours... more, please, I need to cum on your dick!"

She slammed down harder, the bed creaking under them, her juices dripping down his shaft, making everything slicker, hotter.

Xavier's hands roamed lower, gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them as he thrust up, feeling the way her pussy swallowed him whole. The friction was intense, her inner walls massaging every vein, the head of his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made her cry out.

Xavier's thoughts were a haze of lust: how her curves moved like waves, inviting his touch; how her enormous breasts felt in his hands, so soft yet firm, overflowing his grasp.

He caressed them reverently, then more roughly, tugging her nipples until she whimpered. The pleasure built in him like a storm, his balls tightening, but he held back, wanting to savor her unraveling.

Celene's orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her body shuddering as she ground down one last time, her pussy convulsing around him in rhythmic pulses.

"I'm cumming—oh god, yes, fill me up!" she screamed, her nails raking his chest, leaving red trails that only heightened his arousal. She collapsed forward, enormous breasts pressing against him, her breath hot on his neck as aftershocks rippled through her.

But before Xavier could catch his breath, Seraphina was there, gently pushing Celene aside with a knowing smile.

"My turn now, you greedy slut," she teased, her voice dripping with playful jealousy. Celene rolled off, sprawling beside them, her hand lazily stroking her own curves as she watched.

Seraphina straddled him next, her black hair framing her face like a veil of seduction. Her enormous breasts dangled tantalizingly close to his mouth as she hovered above his cock, still slick from Celene's release.

"Xavier, I've been waiting... I need this cock inside me again. Stretch me, make me your dirty girl." She lowered herself slowly, deliberately, savoring the initial breach—the way his thick head parted her folds, sliding into her wetness with a wet, audible squelch. Inside, it was pure bliss: her pussy, already swollen from earlier, hugged him tightly, the walls yielding to his girth, creating a friction that sent sparks through her core.

"Fuck, you're huge... filling me so deep, I can feel you in my soul," she moaned sluttily, her eyes rolling back.

She started riding him cowgirl, her movements more aggressive than Celene's—bouncing with abandon, her wide hips rolling in figure-eights that ground him against her most sensitive spots.

Xavier's hands were everywhere, caressing her curves with fervent need: tracing the swell of her enormous breasts, kneading the soft flesh until she gasped; sliding down to her waist, pulling her down harder; then to her ass, spanking lightly to urge her on.

The feel of her skin under his palms was addictive—smooth, warm, yielding to his grip like dough, her muscles flexing with each rise and fall.

Xavier's feelings intensified with the switch—the contrast between them driving him wild. Celene had been teasing, rhythmic; Seraphina was demanding, fierce, her pussy clenching around him like it owned him.

Waves of pleasure crashed through him, each thrust building the pressure in his groin, making his cock throb inside her.

Lustful thoughts consumed him: how their bodies were made for this, their enormous breasts symbols of their fertility and desire; how he wanted to mark them, claim every inch.

"Seraphina... ride me harder, take what you need," he urged, his voice strained, hips snapping up to meet her.

Celene leaned in, her lips brushing Seraphina's shoulder. "Beg for it, Seraphina. Tell him you're his slut, that you need his cum." Her hand reached between them, fingers teasing Seraphina's clit, adding to the overload.

Seraphina's pace faltered for a moment, then accelerated, her enormous breasts slapping against her chest with each bounce.

"Yes! Xavier, I'm your slut—fuck this pussy, give me more! I beg you, deeper, harder... I need your cock to ruin me!" Her words were raw, desperate, her black hair sticking to her sweat-damp skin as she rode him relentlessly.

Inside her, the sensation was building—a coiling heat where his cock dragged against her walls, hitting her cervix with each deep thrust, making stars burst behind her eyes.

Xavier caressed her curves with increasing urgency, his hands mapping every dip and swell: the heaviness of her breasts in his palms, the way they jiggled; the curve of her hips that he used as leverage to pull her down; the roundness of her ass that he squeezed, feeling it bounce against his thighs.

The room filled with their symphony—wet smacks, breathless moans, the creak of the bed—as lustful emotions peaked: for Xavier, a profound connection mixed with primal urge; for them, an insatiable hunger that only he could satisfy.

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