Carnival cunts - part II.

Carnival night and the masks do half the work. She shows up first, blonde hair spilling over the sequins, and before I can finish my drink the second one joins us, both of them laughing like they already know how this ends. One minute they’re grinding against each other on the dance floor, the next we’re in a quieter corner and their hands are on me. The shorter blonde drops to her knees, takes me in her mouth while her friend watches, eyes bright behind the mask. Then the taller one turns, lifts her dress, and pushes back until I’m buried in her ass, every stroke smooth and deep. The blonde returns, kisses her open mouth, then drops again to lick where we’re joined. They trade places, they trade tongues, and neither of them lets up until both of them are shaking and I’m spilling between them, the music still thumping outside like nothing happened.