Zoliboy at his best!

Angela's hand slides down the curve of her belly and cups Gita's slick cunt with certainty. Their skin gleams, flushed and warm. We tumble across the sheets in a tangle of thighs and fingers. Gita sucks my thumb, bites the tip, then feeds it straight into Angela, twisting and curling until Angela gasps and clenches. I grip Gita's hips and drag her onto my mouth, tasting salt and heat while her thighs shake around my ears. Their hands grip my cock together, one above the other, sliding in perfect sync, wet with spit and pre-cum. Angela arches, Gita rides my tongue in quick greedy pulses. I flip them, licking Angela's clit and thrusting two fingers into Gita at the same pace, fucking them both until their breath stutters. Sweat beads on Gita's throat; she laughs, sharp and filthy, then drops to suck my length while Angela straddles my face again. Their tongues meet over my head, messy and eager. I pin Angela's wrists, push deeper, feel her pulse on my tongue as she comes with a fierce, low moan. Gita straddles me backward, sinks down hard, her ass cheeks flexing, riding while Angela leans in to tease her nipples and rub her clit. Every thrust slick, loud, endless. Gita claws at my thighs, comes hard, milking and twitching. We don't slow. She takes my cock to her lips again, sharing it with Angela, tongue flicking the rim, tasting her own juice. I bend them over the pillows, Gita first, hands splaying her open, fucking her while Angela watches, eyes shining, tongue wet, then swaps her in, keeping the rhythm brutal and clean. Their cries braid together, legs tangle, bodies slick. Gita reaches back, fingers us both together, her knuckle sliding over my shaft where I slide in and out of Angela. Right there, breathless, sticky, still going.