Private Party

Isabella De Laa drags Olivia Sparkle through the door, both of them in skimpy black lace that barely covers anything. The girls are already grinning at each other like they planned this on the way over. They catch you sitting there, look you up and down, and the next thing you know Olivia's kneeling between your knees while Isabella straddles your lap and shoves her tongue in your mouth. Olivia's hands work fast, tugging your zipper, pulling you out, warm lips sliding down before you even catch a breath. Isabella grinds against you, slick through the lace, moaning into the kiss every time she feels Olivia's mouth brush her thigh. She reaches down, pushes two fingers inside Olivia from behind, and the whole bed starts rocking with the rhythm. The girls trade places like it's a game, laughing when they bump heads. Olivia climbs on your face, thighs squeezing your ears while Isabella sinks down on your cock and starts rolling her hips like she's in no hurry at all. Every time you try to touch them they swat your hands away and make you watch instead. They finish you off together: Isabella licking up the mess she left on your shaft while Olivia jerks the head with quick strokes and giggles when you finally let go. Both of them covered in sweat, both of them still smirking.