Hidden wishes

Two girls, both tall, both blonde, already touching each other when the guy steps in. Their legs go on forever. They press close, kissing slow, then quicker, hands sliding under thin tops until nothing stays covered. He watches, cock hard, until one turns to him with a grin. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, lips sliding all the way down, tongue working the underside while the other girl keeps her busy—fingers between her thighs, tongue tracing her neck. He fucks her mouth in short, steady strokes. The second girl looks up, eyes bright, and leans in to share him. They lick him together, trading turns, spit running down his shaft, mouths meeting around the head. One climbs onto the bed, spreads wide; he pushes inside her while the other girl sits on her face, riding her tongue. The room fills with wet sounds and soft moans. They switch, again and again, bodies moving, skin slapping, every hole used, every mouth busy. No one waits. No one stops.