We were in his bed before six.
The house was still dark. Lila and I had crept in naked, locked the door, and knelt on the sheets exactly like he’d ordered—mouths open, hands on our thighs, both of us still faintly sticky from the night before. My cunt ached. Hers did too. When the door opened he was already hard in his sweats. He locked it behind him and didn’t speak. He just freed his c**k and pushed into my throat first.
Deep. Immediate. I gagged and spit flooded. He f****d my mouth in hard, short strokes, then switched to Lila and did the same until both of us were drooling and tearing up. He alternated until he was close, then buried himself in my throat and came in thick pulses. He made me hold it, spit half into Lila’s mouth, and watched us swallow before he hauled me up and bent m
