Happy birthday!

Zenza showed up at the apartment expecting something modest. Instead Bea and Yoha stood in the doorway completely naked, lotion still glistening on their skin. Bea’s blonde hair brushed her bare shoulders while Yoha’s brown curves turned in the light. They’d spent the afternoon stretching and lubing each other, sliding fingers and tongues until both holes felt open and ready. Zenza didn’t waste words. He unbuckled, freed his cock, and stepped in. Yoha bent over the kitchen table first. Bea held her cheeks apart, showing the slick ring already twitching. Zenza pushed in, slow at first, then deeper, the grip tight around him. Yoha’s breath broke into short gasps every time he bottomed out. Bea watched, one hand between her own legs, fingers circling her clit. When Zenza pulled out, slick and pulsing, Bea climbed up beside her friend, ass offered the same way. He slid straight into her, the contrast of pale skin against his darker shaft making the picture filthier. Each thrust rocked Bea forward until her tits brushed the wood. She reached back, spread herself wider, and asked for more. They switched places again and again, trading turns, trading moans. Yoha came first, voice cracking, thighs shaking. Bea followed seconds later, her fingers never leaving her clit. Zenza stayed inside each of them until he couldn’t hold it, then pulled free and painted both offered asses with thick ropes, the mess sliding down pale and brown skin alike. When it was over they stayed bent over the table, breathing hard, asses still twitching around nothing. Zenza just laughed once, low and amazed, and told them it was the best present anyone had ever given him.