Rocco's Perfect Sluts #02, Scene #02

Picture two sleek, stick-thin brunettes – Mira Sunset and Lyen – who could pass for sisters if it weren’t for the dirty matching hunger in their eyes. Mira’s coke-bottle glasses sit on a perfect bone structure that probably got her straight into private school; Lyen’s cheekbones look just as expensive. They’re dressed like they should be browsing gallery openings, yet they’re already fisting the hem of the jeans on big, tattooed Italian Omar Galanti, grinning at each other while they haul out a cock fat enough to need its own handshake. Omar stretches them like taffy, not rushing – if you thought refined meant gentle, enjoy the surprise. He plants Lyen on her elbows, splits her open, and grinds deep with thick, slap-your-soul strokes until she’s keening. Mira waits her turn with a sarcastic little smile that turns to a gasp when he flips the switch on her, fucking her in the same tight, no-breathing-room rhythm. They trade places like well-mannered girls sharing the last slice of dessert, minus the manners and all the dessert.