As Long As I Can Watch

Candee Licious and Zlata Shine sit close on the bed, bare skin touching. Their blonde hair falls over their shoulders as one hand slides under the other’s breast, lifting the weight, thumb brushing a stiff nipple. Francis stands by the foot of the bed, cock already half-hard in his fist, eyes locked on the show. The women trade slow kisses, tongues meeting, while fingers slip between parted thighs. Wet sounds rise when they rub each other, legs spreading wider for his view. Francis steps closer, reaching out to palm one heavy breast, squeezing until the flesh spills over his hand. One girl sinks lower, tongue dragging over the other’s slick folds, licking in broad strokes. She hums at the taste, lips sealing around the clit while her fingers press inside. Francis moves behind the kneeling woman, spreads her cheeks, and runs the head of his cock along the seam. He pushes forward, sliding into her ass in one steady thrust. She groans against the pussy she’s eating, the sound muffled, hips tilting back to take him deeper. The three fall into rhythm—tongue, fingers, cock—each motion drawing louder cries. Sweat gathers along their spines. Candee arches, mouth open, coming with a sharp gasp. Zlata follows moments later, body shaking around Francis’s cock. He grips her hips, drives hard, and finishes inside her with a low, drawn-out groan.