Kaya Knight and Cory Chase in JOI Instruction

Kaya Knight sits in red see-through lingerie, nipples dark against the sheer fabric. Cory Chase lounges beside her in a bright bra and panty set that clashes on purpose. You sit right in front of them. They tell you to start slow, so you do, hand gliding down your shaft in long, measured pulls. Fabric whispers as they tug their tops aside; two pairs of heavy tits spill free, flushed and round. Your fist moves faster now, imagining your cock nestled between that warm, soft flesh. They lean in. Tongues brush, glossy and wet, and you picture your cock sliding through those slick lips instead. Panties slide down bare legs. Cory spreads first, fingers parting swollen folds, circling her clit in tight little loops. Kaya mirrors her. Cory gives the next order: cup your balls while you stroke. You obey, squeezing just enough to feel them tighten. Together they count, voices low and teasing. Ten. Nine. Each number lands like a heartbeat. At one their mouths open wide, tongues out. Your cock pulses hard; ropes of cum stripe across their chins and cheeks. They giggle, strands clinging to their lips. "Clean this up," they whisper.