All over the house

Carolyn and Raylene dragged Erik through every room while their husbands were gone. The girls came at him with their heavy tits and throats that could swallow half his length at once. He barely caught his breath when one mouth gave way to another sliding over his balls. Soon their wet pussies lined up wherever he landed—a kitchen counter, the hallway wall, the laundry machine. Every step the house offered fresh chances to shove back in. Erik felt dizzy, and more than a little cock-proud, as the grand tour kept going.