Lethal love - part 1.

Two women in leather always get me going. They circle each other on the screen, spit glistening on open mouths, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. I watch and feel their hands on me—open palm across my cheek, the sting blooming warm, another slap cracking against my chest, a third leaving a print on my bare ass. The leather creaks as they press in, one behind me, one in front, squeezing until my nipples graze theirs and my skin remembers the heat of each heavy breast. Then the fists come out. Slick knuckles work in, stretching tight rings wider, wrist-deep, knuckles popping past the grip of ass and cunt until the women grunt and shake. I picture my cock sliding into that same heat, pushing deeper, giving them every thick inch they’re already taking from each other.