Backstage with Lucie N. and Suzie Diamond

I sat between them, hard already. Suzie's ass pushed against my thigh, round and heavy like it meant to pin me in place. Lucie's tits brushed my arm as she leaned in, full and soft. The girls traded grins and shucked their tops in one go. Suzie climbed on and ground her ass back in slow circles while Lucie pressed those bare breasts against my chest and kissed me hard. I slid two fingers into Suzie's pussy from behind. Slick heat clenched around me. She rocked harder and whimpered. I mouthed Lucie's nipple, sucked until it peaked, tongue circling tight. Then she dropped to her knees, pulled my cock free, and took it deep without pause. Wet sound of her throat meeting me, saliva sliding down the shaft. Suzie stood, peeled her thong off, and straddled my face. I licked along her cunt, tasting salt and heat, feeling her thighs flex each time my tongue flicked over her clit. Her hips rolled; she rode it, juice glistening on my chin. Below, Lucie rose just enough to sink onto my cock and take every inch, cunt gripping in strong pulses. She bounced faster, tits jolting. Suzie leaned down to kiss her, tongues sliding together, and the wet sound of their mouths mixed with the slap of skin. Sweat pooled along Lucie's spine; I ran a hand down it, gripped her hip, thrust up to meet each drop of her body. Suzie reached back and fingered her own ass while I kept licking her cunt, pushing her closer. The room filled with gasps, wet friction, the soft creak of the couch springs working in time. Suzie came first—thighs locking around my head, cunt pulsing on my tongue in quick, tight spasms. Lucie followed seconds later, crying out as her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, milking. I thrust up once, twice, and emptied deep inside her.