She's breathing hard, lips red, slick with spit, her eyes glassy, a string of saliva still hanging from her chin. Gina's kissing my thigh, licking up toward my cock, her hands sliding over my hips. And Hope is still there, patient, working my balls, keeping them ready, her eyes on mine. My three girls, all for me, and me for them.
"Final formation," I say. "Dana, you keep blowing me. Gina, you get the shaft — kiss it, lick it, all the way up. Hope, you keep doing what you're doing."
