The thick, hard, twelve-inch length of it finding the channel between their pressed cleavages — the warm, soft, enveloping valley created by four breasts mashing together. His hips moved. Forward. The cock slid through the channel, the head emerging from the top of their pressed tits, the shaft gliding between the warm, dense flesh.
PAH. PAH.
The soft, wet, flesh-on-flesh sound of his hips against their pressed bodies — not the sharp, hard, fleshy slap of a proper fuck, but the particular, muffled, soft, 'I-am-fucking-your-tits' sound of a man who was enjoying a different kind of pleasure.
Both women served.
Their bodies moved — up, down, the particular, coordinated, massage motion of two women who were pressing their tits together and rubbing them along a shaft. Evriana's hands found the demon woman's shoulders, pulling her closer, increasing the pressure, the particular, competitive, 'I-will-make-him-feel-good' effort of a woman who was determined to be the best.
She licked.
