Maris's face burned, her lips parting as she pumped him slowly, her eyes fixed on the way his cock throbbed under her touch, fascinated by the weight in her hand.

Precum beaded at his tip, slicking their strokes, making the slide of their fingers wet and obscene.

Maris's thumb brushed across the head almost by accident, smearing the slickness, and Lor groaned softly, his hips bucking slightly into her touch.

Her eyes fluttered, the raw, needy sound shooting straight between her thighs, her panties already damp beneath her skirt.

"It feels weirdly good but... is it supposed to be this rough...," Lor murmured, his voice low and hot, his eyes flicking between them, catching the flush on their faces.

"Yes!," Vela snapped, but her hand tightened, pumping faster, her breath coming quicker as she watched Maris's delicate fingers work alongside her own.

Maris glanced up through her lashes, her lips parted, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and desire. "Maybe we should… taste…"

Vela froze, her glare snapping to Maris, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you insane?"

But Maris was already leaning down, drawn by a need older than shame, her breath warm against Lor's cock.

Her lips brushed the head, tentative at first, then bolder, the salty, musky taste hitting her tongue like a revelation.

She moaned faintly, a soft, broken sound, and wrapped her mouth around him, her lips stretching to take the thick head, her tongue swirling against the slick tip.

Lor groaned, his head tilting back, his hands gripping the arms of the chair.

"Gods auntie…" His voice was rough, strained with pleasure, his cock throbbing in her warm, wet mouth.

"Gods, Maris…" Vela muttered, unlike Lor her voice a mix of exasperation and heat, but her own breath came faster, her eyes locked on the sight of her friend's lips stretched around Lor's cock.

The raw hunger in Maris's moans, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked—it lit a fire low in Vela's belly, a heat she hadn't felt in years.

She cursed under her breath, then dropped to her knees beside Maris, her movements sharp and decisive.

"Move," she growled, pushing Maris's head down the shaft, guiding her deeper until Maris gagged softly, drool sliding down her chin, her brown eyes watering but hungry.

Vela's own mouth hovered for a moment, her breath hot against the base of Lor's cock, then wrapped around it as soon as Maria pulled back, sucking hungrily, her lips brushing Maris's as they worked him in tandem.

The room filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their mouths—sloppy, desperate, a symphony of need.

Lor's hands sank into their hair, one in Maris's soft brunette waves, the other in Vela's cropped green strands, groaning as two mouths devoured him—one soft and eager, the other strong and ravenous.

"Thought you hadn't done this in years," Lor panted, his hips twitching into their mouths, his cock throbbing under the dual assault.

Vela pulled off with a slick pop, her smirk sharp despite the flush on her cheeks.

"I warned you don't be cocky, brat," she muttered, her voice rough with arousal as she licked her lips, tasting him.

Maris flushed deeper but didn't stop, her tongue swirling around the head, her moans vibrating down his shaft, her hands sliding up his thighs to steady herself.

Her blouse hung open, her breasts swaying as she leaned forward, the lace of her bra barely containing them.

Lor stroked Vela's cheek, then Maris's, his voice low and hot, dripping with praise.

"You've both got no idea how fucking sexy you look like this, aunties."

Vela froze, her green eyes flashing up at him, a spark of defiance in her gaze.

But instead of lashing out, she shuddered, her body betraying her.

It had been years—years without a man's touch, years without feeling wanted, desired, claimed.

And now, even if he was just a manipulative brat, Lor's cock filled her mouth, his voice filled her head, and her body didn't care about pride or shame.

Maris moaned louder, sucking greedily, her lips stretching wider, her hands gripping his thighs as she took him deeper.

Vela's hand slid between her own legs, her fingers brushing the damp fabric of her shorts, her breath hitching as she gave in to the heat building inside her.

Lor grinned, thrusting gently between their lips, savoring the wet heat, the desperate hunger in their movements.

"This is so hot," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Gods, you're wet already, aren't you?"

Vela growled against his shaft, but her fingers pressed harder between her thighs, her shorts darkening with her arousal.

Maris's moans grew louder, her tongue working faster, her body trembling with need.

The kitchen floor was slick with sweat and spit, the tiles glistening under the morning light that poured through the open window.

Vela pulled her mouth off Lor's cock with a wet pop, wiping drool from her chin with the back of her hand, her green eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and hunger.

Maris was still wrapped around the head of his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked greedily, her brown eyes glassy with a desperate need that made Lor's pulse race.

"Fuck, Maris," Vela muttered, her voice rough with a mix of exasperation and arousal. "You're acting like you've starved."

Maris moaned around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt through Lor's core.

She had starved of a real cock—their fingers and toys her only solace, muffled cries into her pillow as she chased a release that never quite satisfied.

Now, Lor's cock pulsed heavy against her tongue, hot and alive, filling her mouth with a weight she'd forgotten she craved.

She couldn't stop, her lips stretching wider, her tongue swirling, tasting the salty musk of him as her body trembled with need.

Lor shuddered, his hands tangling in their hair—not to guide, not to command, but to hold on, his fingers sinking into Vela's cropped green strands and Maris's soft brunette waves.

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