Immoral Blowbang!

They press in close, lips parted, eyes locked on the thick length that rises between them. The hunger shows plainly enough. They want it down their throats, want to feel their jaws stretch and their tongues slide. Mouths only. Nothing else opens for it, not tonight. One of them leans forward first, breath hot against the skin, and her mouth opens wide, taking him in slow so the wetness can claim every inch. The others wait, patient, already wetting their own lips, ready to trade places the moment she pulls back for air.