Leana Lovings and Cory Chase in Milking you for Fuel

Your wife Cory is standing before you in that deep purple lace you bought her. She wants money for gas. Prices are ridiculous right now. She offers a strip tease instead. Her thumbs slip under the bra cups and out tumble those heavy breasts. Her fingers tease the stiff nipples in slow circles. Then she slips away for a moment. When she returns, Leana is with her, Leana in matching lace. Your cock presses hard against your zipper at the sight. Leana slides her panties to the floor. Cory follows, hips swaying as the last scrap of purple drops to her ankles. Both women stand bare now. They walk to the bed, spread their legs wide, knees open for you. Their fingers slip straight to wet, swollen flesh and begin to pump without hesitation. "Stroke it," they tell you. You do, slow then faster. Leana's breath shudders, Cory's fingers work noisily inside her own tight heat. Cory tells you to finish when they do. Your fist pumps harder, matching their rising cries, until cum shoots hot and thick as both women clench and flood around their own hands, moans mingling, bodies trembling for you.